Say-say I wrote this verse and it goes like this I'm tryna make a mill Time tickin' Richard Mille I'm rippin' fuck a seal Never been too dirty Never been too clear Y'all set a course I'm veering off that Blood running from my ears I got something you should hear Sound real keep it real I just got out of a deal I'm tough as shit grab the wheel They say I gotta be famous But I dont know if I will You don't know? Where I'm from man, this music don't pay a bill Lookin' down from the hill All I see is fucking fake shit Shoot my shot when I aimed it I'm coming back for the kill Shout out my brother Orlando He got some for the land And the few who rep real shit I could count 'em all on one hand Count 'em all on one hand Count 'em all on one hand All my brothers is wavy You wanna flex for the gram New kicks from Footshop Bitch watch me take a step Big stepper mind the gap Living life get the bag You would think you were caught up But I was coming from the back Playin' tricks I'm in your head Jokers pulled from the deck I'mma see you when I see you But I'mma never take a detour Boltin' off I'm on the track Swervin' I'mma make it back I'm going up with the spiral You is out here runnin' laps You is out here tryna' max We ate it all there's nothing left We cooked that shit in the first place You can go talk to the chef I wrote this verse and it goes like this