Sorry if my shine blinds you

Too mad at the things I do

Smoke comes out of the Glock

Just like pop

29 can't stop

Running fast wearing the Scott's

My dril freezes with only my SpongeBob socks

I am at the top no kizzy

Thank you so much, God, for my Milly

In a while I get the Grammy

I'm sure I will get it

On my shoulder are the racks

Walking in the mall with the Air Force 1 black

With the lambo I'm moving too fast

I have a lot of money in my backpack

The 40 gonna make it clap

I am not that far from success

In a few years I will get there

Blood on my nikes, don’t even try to me

Blood on my nikes, don’t even try to me

(Hold up, lets freestyle this shit, real quick, real quick)

Blood on my nikes, don’t even try to me

Blood on my nikes, don’t even try to me

Counting all these racks, money in my backpack

I don’t give a fuck what you think about this shit

You a fucking bitch, sucking on the fucking dick

What you fucking need watching me fucking bleed

I don’t give a damn what you think though

Bitches wanna rap though

Shoot him in the face though, getting fucking paid bro, uh

I don’t give a damn, that’s a motherfucking fact

All these bitches wanna rap, I don’t give a damn though

(Blood on my nikes, don’t even try to me)