[Intro]

Yo, spinning around the globe meh

Shout out to my homies, Thesoul Beats, Trap J, CLC, JDM, MilliSecond

[Verse]

I had the British shows, talkin' 'bout bring him back

What the fans can't see, that mm-mirror gon' notice, that's a fact, (Shit)

Greed was written on her face when I bought her first bag, (Damn)

Nigga, this how it sounds if a thunder could rap

And she just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Soon as I hear y'all on some real pro-black

Then I will gladly go back to my funky rap, (Hmm)

Had a poor man swag, but it's priced right, (Yeah)

Always wanted a piece of the pie, but now it's sliced right. (Shit meh)

Chaos on the track, boy, hold it tight, (Fuck)

Me and the crew, we on the same flight, dynamite in the night

You gotta make sure you aim right, bullseye in sight, (Yee)

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon' ride, that's just spite

And it's still tight, like a vice, in the neon city's light

(Let's get 'em let's get 'em hey)

I like it when it's real tight, electrifyin', outta sight

And aiming straight at you haters like a sniper, (Ugh)

Leavin' venomous bars, like a freestyle viper

Bringin' out the funk, and no need for a griper

Yeah, it's funny how we are knee-deep in this funky rap scene

Lovely melodies, Soul beats spittin' truth, or nothin' ugly and it's obscene

See me flee from the feeble, and the rusty minds that can't agree

Elevated like a tree, and free from the chains,(Damn)

We break through like a thunderous clap, (Yeah)

Me and the crew, we on the same flight, dynamite in the night, soaring high, ain't that enough? (Ain't that enough?)