Verse one: (Z.Settle)

This ain’t what you thought huh

I made a hundred dollars rapping bout my life

That’s something I couldn’t toss up

I took some chances and I bossed up

I made a killing in the sea they couldn’t find me like I’m lochness

Now I’m driving down the interstate

I just write it down and watch the pencil disintegrate

Never had a dime my parents paid for it all

Blow up off the fame, then die like Anna Nicole

Check it yeah, I’m Ballin like the NBA

Count that money several ways

Product so disgusting that you had to call the FDA

Me and you differentiate

Get that paper any day

If we got a real problem, come and say it to my face

Chorus: (Z.Settle)

Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don’t really know how I’m feelin

Bidness aside, I’m taking my time, I know that I’m making a killin

The sun in the sky, I’m tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions

Tell me what you feeling

Tell me what you feeling

Verse 2: (Z.Settle)

This ain’t what you got huh

You looking at my life and fantasize, you wondering how I made a lot uh

Stay in yo lane you getting crossed up

I predicted I’d be the best, like lavar I never lost uh

All these people jealous

Really I could care less

Bought a trench coat guarantee that bitch Margielas

I’ve been feeling vicious

Tell me if you feel this

I’m Mike Tyson in the ring I’m Leaving my enemies earless

Catch me in my ride, how I drive like a villain

Listen to my lines, prophesize how it’s written

Now you paralyzed, got yo eyes on the prize, double-back you switching sides, can’t describe how I’m feelin'

Chorus: (Z.Settle)

Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don’t really know how I’m feelin

Bidness aside, I’m taking my time, I know that I’m making a killin

The sun in the sky, I’m tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions

Tell me what you feeling

Tell me what you feeling

Verse 3: (Z.Settle)

This ain’t how you fought huh

All of these rappers distraught huh

Laying you down like a cot

Been waiting for me to drop huh

Calculated Every situation I evaded

I’m frustrated and faded I’m bout to go super Saiyan

I hop in the phantom, got blood on my denim

My homies prevent him from shooting the metal

If he got a diss to send fuck it I’ll let em

But if I hit em back just know that I’ll end em

I listened to yo album it’s not even clever

Please Let me know when u say more than ten letters

You think that you nice but just face it I’m better

I won't settle down bitch ima trend setter

Lemme get a heady fiending for the Nikki

Nicotine

Lay It down and count it out we got money money machine

Pockets get longer and longer start to feel like limousine

Cannot get rid of this greed do ya feel me

Chorus: (Z.Settle)

Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don’t really know how I’m feelin

Bidness aside, I’m taking my time, I know that I’m making a killin

The sun in the sky, I’m tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions

Tell me what you feeling

Tell me what you feeling