[Verse 1: Rodney Chrome]

I move on a high horse

Tell the caterer that they ready for the main course

Extra chicken with my fries we don’t eat pork

Shooting birds out the sky is my main sport

Who the baddest nigga you done seen

That got more dough than Krispy Kreme

Sike

I ain’t got shit

But just know I’m looking like a top pick

Draft season

Head of the pack I think I’m leading

Runt of the litter you ain’t eating

Just a heathen

Temperature rise, you overheating

Trauma from the hits

You got internal bleeding

Whoa you got to slow it down

Move too quick I might just shoot rounds

Empty out a full clip

Teaching these niggas like I'm standing on a Pulpit

[Chorus: Rodney Chrome]

Never let a nigga come and get in your way

Slide that bullshit to the side not today