[Verse 1]

I really got it

I’m honest

I’m on it

I keep it Chris Breezy, I tell them to run it

The cowards be running

The humble be hunting

And it’s my 23rd spring so I bring them to dungeon

Jeepers Creepers with the ether, I’m out here so hungry

I got this bitch moving, the bouly be bunking

And I don’t converse with you guys if it don’t make no money

Yeah that’s how I’m rocking, you can call it funny

Fear of god my sweats

I don’t break a sweat

All that tongue wrestle with the set doesn’t cut the checks

In my town we them Yankees nigga and y’all the Mets

The cap that y’all on was never caught on Jiggas head

That's flex

[Hook]

You should watch out for the Kazuri, because he’s moving different

Raukwon The Ronin, the one and only for y'all to hate

Y'all can't gas me instead you gassing my John Deer

It’s just different

[Verse 2]

Dawg, this so essential

This for the times I’ve been broke

This life is what I’m meant for

I’m grinding straight for my kinfolk

We hanging out the window like y’all niggas should’ve been known

Your new fling tends to get old

You not around she Rah Digga which means she on that flip mode

And she knows imperial

She pounced in the ride, don’t touch my stereo

The price has escalated on Jerry Lorenzo

Can’t be out here kicking flavor I'm whippin just for the low

Uh uh

Hell no, my nigga, we off of that

The better crack I be cooking the more they’ll be coming back

I see how haters be looking when Logan recite these raps

What young nigga you booking that show up bringing the slaps

Huh? Yeah

That show up bringing the slaps

Don’t show up faking the funk

Just out here preaching my facts

A good job of keeping intact I'm sharper than a tack

More tactical than the raccoon on Groot’s back

He’s back

Uhh, thoop

[Outro]

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