[Intro]

Yuh

Cold case

V for Vendetta shit

Heh

Uh

[Verse 1]

Everything I said I’d do, I did

Look at me I’m full of bliss

Full of shit

And by shit, I’m talking triple platinum hits

Mind gets racing

My brain move like brand new Dayton’s

I said “Fuck you” to the patience

SVU shit, got me heinous (Do! Do!)

Breaking cages (Do!)

All your new shit sounding anus

Pay to play shit

Making playlists (Yeah!)

I would rather shoot my shot and miss

Than fake my way to greatness (Pussy!)

Take this moment, hold it, grab it

Shit won’t last, I’m too sporadic

Went from nice guy, causing laughing

To a fucking paid assassin (Bah!)

I got bounties on yo' county

If you doubt me

Got you too (Bitch!)

Don’t allow me to get rowdy?

That’s exactly what I’ll do (I'll do it!)

Screaming “Howdy!” hella loudly

When I walk in with my dudes (Wassup?!)

Told myself no dropping weights until I’m built like Terry Crews (I'm built!)

I am not slept on

I’m getting my bread long

I am too headstrong

My mental is Teflon

And this ain’t my best song, aye

Call this your bed song

I bet that I’ll put you to bed, dog

My heart on my sleeve

And my left arm

Recovered from all of the dead bonds (Yeah)

[Hook]

I’m in the middle of breaking a fiddle in half (Woo!)

I’m Ritalin fast, I grip it and pivot and pass (Woo!)

I’m divvying cash, til all of us swimming in stacks

With intricate raps, I’m building a digital dash

I bet you can riddle with that

I’m civil, but limits attached

A little’s enough to attack, it’s best you get back (Back)

[Verse 2]

Best I get back to

Singing a chorus to catch you (Catch you)

Moving along right past you

They “c’ing” me nuts like cashews (Get it?)

Stick to the ink no tattoos

But fuck it I might get me tattoos (Fuck it)

I'm dragging this on and on (Uh)

Like Badu

I’m sorry I had too!

Living la vida loco

V for Vendetta, I told ya

Y’all just thought that shit was over

I been on this since October

I been off liquor and clover

Mix it together, move slower

I use to stack up my quarters

Just to afford all my orders

Left all my jobs and said “Fuck it,” I want no boss

And that’s 'cause I’ve been born a boss

And no shot, I’m cutting my losses

I spent so much time on my craft

That I get songs done and toss it

But just as soon as I drop it

I get convinced I can top it

I need a trip to the tropics

Turning off my phone, there for days

Throwing out out my closet

And tossing

Everything I wore to the grave

I’m on some new shit evolving

Unlocking every new stage

'Cause I got hot shit, I called it

Manifested all that I’ve made

I saw this shit from the beginning

Took so many losses, now, winning I really it did

Thinking I was never gonna go make it

But I guess now you sorely mistaken

[Outro]

All your new shit sounding anus

Pay to play shit

Making playlists (Wassup?!)

I would rather shoot my shot and miss

Than fake my way to greatness (Bah!)

All your new shit sounding anus

Pay to play shit

Making playlists (Wassup?!)

I would rather shoot my shot and miss

Than fake my way to greatness (Bah!)