[Verse 1: M.Wade]

Come from a proud family but you begging for pennies

I'm letting off with these bars, treat these words like a semi

Indian like with them red dots

I'm caught up in a head lock

Your girl giving me brain like she aiming for a head shot

Yea, they can't wait to see them heads pop

Ain't talking boys in blue when I say I'm bout to cop

Something ill, something real that y'all can feel, something hot

I need more rappers to kill

Treat the game like them civic nights

Oh you a baller? My fault

Well why don't you stay on ya pivot right

You took the game by storm well I'm asking where the hail at

Y'all stand behind quarters like some mo'fucking tail backs

Prolly catch y'all off guard the way my men lining up

Get defensive and I'll end you fore you come up

Like Clowney did to Michigan

Just listen to my sentences

Cross me for real and I'll show you what crucifixion is

I bet you they don't get it though

I'm robbing son like Cano

Nigga please

I yank keys like a New York team

Hold up, here's a description

My fans should be in prison

Cause they behind the bars I spit

Miguel Cabrera guarantee I get hits

Better yet, I'm Pete Rosing the game

I used to be so broke

Ain't no telling what I do for some change

But now I see money out my visual range

White boys tryna sell ticks thinking they Danny Ainge

Easy

But they never believe me

But just wait now, I'm focused on my weight now

I'm riding with my dogs like we chilling on the Greyhound

Money changed it all, I'm only worried about the cake now

Fuck them little creeks see me flowing Great Lakes now

Better days, I'm hoping for better days

Pearl Jam flow, don't let my lines Getaway

We should get away, go on a little tour

But listen though, you can go

From 8 to 24 or 23 to 6

I'll still be the Jordan to this

Resurrecting the game like it was Nazareth nigga

[Bridge]

It's all gimmicks, I kill all gimmicks

I kill all gimmicks, put my life in these rhymes