[Verse 1]

Sonin' niggas cause I'm poppin' really

Got the bars so I'm playing Willy Wonka

Going bonkers cause I'm really jiggy

Flip, the cash stats say we really winning

Glory glory glory glory

Y'all be taking L's with no Spanish meaning

Niggas steady leaning, never slowed the hustle

Give it all I got till I fill the duffle

Oh my God, oh my God

Get the money then I hit the bank

Been a soldier nigga, check the rank

Fuck around then we shooting with a tank

Cases on cases on cases

Abuja's a hell of a city, I come from the jungle

Chain just swing like gorillas

I'm with it, I'm with it, niggas ain't fucking with my shit

[Hook]

Back on this shit

We fly for this shit

Give 5 for the 6 and my blunt is lit

I'm sayin' it honestly, you can't fuck with this

Told you I'm on this shit, you know I'm on a wave

Can't move us, I'm gonna stay

Take no bullshit, I'm gonna slay

Harm me, nah nah

She know, I know

The C notes I blow, 5 O's I'm gone

[Verse 2]

Schooling niggas, I'm the teacher really

Got the ball so I'm playing Kobe Bryant

Shawty bad then I'm dunking in it

Got my rings wifing all your shawtys init

Powers powers powers powers

Bitches fucking with me like I won a raffle

Niggas scared to diss cause they know the powers

Love is bittersweet, I done tasted sour

On my life, on my life

Got Jay on the beat while he cooking that shit

Flick of the wrist while he making that beat

Like royalty shoes, they bow to the feet

Money on my mind I won't stop until I make it

All my niggas in Margiela so you know we eating

[Interlude]

You're not my level

You will never be on my level

Period, simple and plain

Accept the loss and say you know what

It's okay to be number two, its okay to be right behind me

It's okay

[Bridge]

I see bodies in the mortuary

Cemetery looking very scary, I see bodies buried

Your favourite MC got pictures in here; obituary

Father forgive me, I broke your commandments again

Body bagging when I pick up a pen

Drop a jam so you know is a gem

Really real, get the money

Hit the duffle, hit the bank

Keep the dough, tryna jump

We get the bus and we doing road

To the flow, when we move

Chasing cars, yeah we switching roads

In the studio doing overtime

Now we hustle all the fucking time

Fuck your grind

[Verse 3]

Grinding; all my niggas riding with me

Steady going hard, came up from the ground

Fuck the beat up, I ride for my city

Make the booth get lit when I spit my shit

See the flow so deadly like I slit my wrist

A1 bars, on some hitlist shit

Flexing, amazing, that crispy shit

All that bullshit nigga, better miss me with

Cause face to face, we can't interact

Cause your shit is wack, I'm just stating facts

If I flip the cash cause I'm spitting hard

You're just talking crud with no backing nigga

On my grind, ain't no slackin' nigga

In the city with the realest niggas

If they catch you slippin', then the Lord be with ya

Hallelujah Father, may the peace be with ya