[Verse:]

Pure life sippin, minding my business

Cause we done been to too many cribs, God is my witness

I was demented, felt pain, Now I’m replenished

Climbed to the finish, marvel at my crown as it glistens

Back then I used to post my life, browsing & clicking

It was all fine & dand back then, now it’s just snitching

Imma spend the whole new year counting the digits, get it?

Yea, whole new spirit grounded but lifted

Honey Dutch wrapped around my vacay

Smoke in your face when you ask about my payday

Smoke to your place, it gets bad about my bebes

You grown with a page where you can act like you in 8th grade

You know niggas ain’t changed

Feel a way when they don’t double tap yo pic

See your track, listen, nap through it like an Afro pick

Grab your chick, murk yo dawg, pull off playing 'Is That Yo Bitch?'

Give her back cause Najah ain’t gone smash no chick (Damn)

False alarm, damn I might’ve lost my charm

Niggas claiming they gone pull up, oh I might’ve brought my arms

Use your feet, yes I’m Bizzy, kill beats like I’m Swizzy

Huffin, puffin on the twisty til I’m muthafucking dizzy

That ain’t right, nah, but shit I’m learning

Tryna get to where I can’t even believe the shit I’m earning

Somebody said I changed cause I always chanted that I hate money

Now I’m rapping about the shit. He said "Kutt, you looking funny"

I said listen, the world’s gone fucking mad over art on paper

And if you fall short, there are no favors

And I look at the way that the world turns & I learned that money’s the humans weakness, so I use it usefully

But I ain’t giving you the secrets, I just want you to peep it

I take a trip up to the Chi, they say I’m super decent

Chances are I could have no name, probably could have no fame

Quit cause of the slow pace

But those the same chances of seeing Ye in some rope braids

Don’t talk gun rap if it don’t bang, what’s your lane?

So genuine, they be tryna call my chick Sole’

Open your mind, then we all can conquer the whole thing

Hoping to find some happiness within this low phase

Then bro hit my line on behalf of the fucking dope game

Most of me’s fine, but then half of me wanna go cray

Cause my dopamine flying when Im smashing & when I’m on stage

But now you gotta pick nigga

They say "You can’t have both", nah

Gotta go through hell if you wanna be the GOAT

Shout out Stik Figa, cross the water know Im father how the wrist flicker

They be mad I post my stats, nigga it’s twitter

Nah, we don’t dry your tears, but your bitch feel us

Came in, got them rapping, Bitch, I’m Big Tigga

How you gone pull up? You can’t do 6 sit ups, hold up

They might have a shot but they ain’t this, nigga

[Chorus:]

Nah, I don’t lack, I transition

Anything I lose was all in the plans pimpin', whats good?

We don’t pass, we ran inches

Goals of running the field is what’s keeping the stans with us, hold up

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