Got me so fucked up I see y'all talking on the day to day
Bunch of people wanna play pretend about to fade away
I stay humble but y'all make me wanna speak in crazy ways
Blame the system blame someone else's shit just ain't the same
Yeah, fuck a bar sit down let me speak to you in facts
Truth is nowadays I'm not really one to rap
And truth is one feature I can put you on the map
Truth is everything you on really goes
I'm not playing it's not about ego
Theres just things on top of the steeple
Switch up late so murder that equal
Yall ain't equals nah
One more cypher rinse and repeat those
I just cared yall make me look evil
Time went by and they skip when they see those
Yeah
I swear on by the bible we are not rivals this is for good
I want you to win I feel like were kin they misunderstood
But if you hit me with a low blow
I can promise you that's a no no
Imma have to call up my man Todo
And it's switch
All we do is number one (switch)
Still hit number one (bitch)
At the top of the top (pick)
Either one number one (shit)
Put a man on the map (quick)
Or body bagged in the back (sit)
Got the bag in the back (split)
Anyone in the path (rip)
Me and brodie on the scene two of us on a team
Oh no
Twenty three in twenty three think you gon' get a ring
Oh no
Already Sistine, what's another sixteen?
Oh no
Why they both on a stream? Leave some hoes for the scene
No no
Clap clap it's a wrap wrap
When I rap rap it's a wrap wrap
Do the rap track and the back track
All that smack talk then they'll back track
When the next come run the track back
And when that's that leave a PS
So your friends know that it's Phatsnaps
I'm different with the, yuh
I just want to get it popping
I been feeling locked up but I ain't ever been this locked in
Same ops still optin' so you leave me no option
That's why I gotta talk big so they see you all optics
Ops ticked round the clock I make a move they all watch it
Say their money got legs, leg day they ain't squatting
Tall tales on their pockets small bills in their wallets
Really should have seen it coming
'Specially 'cause I stay with the profits (woah)
Me and my day one going grade one
Don't believe it then they, dumb (woah)
'Cause everyone's tongue lash 'till they feint blood
Get to hitting there taste buds (woah)
And now I'm in your lane, and your line off
So I clip you to shape up (woah)
Thought you a boss, but in a pinch everybody gotta wake up
Wake up, wake up, Iso, face up
I don't care if I go lay up
Ain't a cadence I won't make up
May go mime
Run
Now I gotta set the pace
How you gonna hurdle me? A man that you have yet to race
Your face pressed against them gates
Sidelines where the rest, of them wait
I'll know that when, I see it I'll accept my fate
'Till then, all that's left to say is
All we do is number one (switch)
Still hit number one (bitch)
At the top of the top (pick)
Either one number one (shit)
Put a man on the map (quick)
Or body bagged in the back (sit)
Got the bag in the back (split)
Anyone in the path (rip)