[Verse 1]

Digging my way out the hole with these figures

You pressing me, pressing your buttons, I'm triggered

I'm up with the scope, leaving change for the tippers

I can't go to Heaven, they do not have strippers, I hate what I see

Bitch-ass niggas who ain't never did shit ain't relating to me, niggas jealous of me

Dick in ya wife and she selling it, why is you spilling on me? It's irrelevancy

You wifing that ho, but I been in that bitch like a residency, you ain't fucking with me

Treat her like cattle, I'm riding that horse like that bitch was the beat, baby, settle with me

Cease and desist, I get low with the iron, this metal you seek is the weapons I keep

It's staring me back in the face like a mirror, Medusa, I see

It's no effort, the pressure, I'm crashing the truck and I'm booking the stretchers, I'm pushing the peace

Remember this day, it's your last, these bitches, they tryna say, "Hey," but in past

You ain't streaming like Devon, I'll just let you rant, it's sounding like envy but nobody dancing, but

Arm and a leg for a beat, yo' nigga in jail, but we not in the streets

You niggas depending on whitey for heat, we don't wanna hear if he not on them beats, for real

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]

I can't believe your bitches keeping secrets, I cut off ya hand if you keep it from me

I can't believe it, your bitch on a stage, gotta show the way I'ma do her for free

Back in this bitch, aim with the grip, shame on a bitch, you don't really wanna angle with me

Clap with the 5th, cracking his bitch, you don't really know the half of this shit

You ain't really 'bout nothing, boy, you ain't bring your vest

Put that icing to your donut, fill yo' sweet ass with lead

I'm not even tryna fuck, I can't get hard, I want head

Suck me soft or take the condom off and jump in the bed

Got Sin Miedo on my stomach, it's the family crest

Course these niggas steady bumming, they still lying for cred'

When shit be happening to these niggas, they get online, start begging

Like how you rapping and ain't got figures, who would've figured you present?

It's T.D. Jakes, I preach the paper, I just dress like a reverend

I'm on yo' head like I'm Excedrin, we don't know who you be repping, aha