[Verse 1]

Shit ain’t been the same since I came through on that hot shit

They gon’ talk about you you ain’t got shit

Still gon’ talk about you when you got shit

All Eyez on Me, come on my “pop shit”

Yall rap niggas on some Pop shit

I be duckin’ paparazzi with a Pac bitch

Glock 30 in the cock pit

Sippin’ dirty conversatin’ with the pilot

Nigga you ain’t see it

I been fuckin’ up arenas

I’m with [?] genius

We the muthafuckin’ meanest

[?]

You pussy niggas hating on me, picked the wrong time

Long [?] mink dragon

New Benz wagon

Blood drippin’ on me lookin like a nigga stabbin’

I be on the money, baking soda in the cabinet

Pyrex

Trynna whip a Rollie, makin’ magic

Laughin’

At you fuck niggas getting madder

If I feel threatened imma go and get a ladder

And climb up yo chеst nigga

Motherfuck your vest nigga