Yea
Word, look
My niggas get money, get money, get money Like sanityy sampling
Made it from scratch on the machine
Ima' let these drums work on your pad like Dilla
It's the way of the con but I'm a professional when I get it on
You don't want to get involved
I never changed
I stayed the same like 2 together, they some homo-phones
These niggas know that I ain't been one for the drama, though
I'm steady popping when with Sko
No really, a popular kind of touch with the rhyme and flow
It's an inside job, close the door
Pull my greatness like tug of war
That's not what I'm in it for
To be surrounded niggas that get no dough
They talking out they ass, they not dependable
Them killers coming, they pushed me
And they know they pussy, they sitting on a pedestal
And that muafucka extendable
Living right next to correctional facilities
Had put the thought in me already
You know pigs gon have to chase me out
That's why my brother loud
Like food, my money is much faster than the quarter pounder
And we popping up at the venue then we shut it downwards
And Ian' fuckin with these cowards, they coming by the hour
And they know better, no they cannot hold the power
Word, said
Yo, ain't feeling the weight, told myself like I'm redveil
I'm on top, you having trouble climbing the damn hill
Your people is not in the damn field
I remind all my niggas they have they knowledge and mind still
I used to wanna make my rhymes kill
And now I wanna dumb it down because these lyrics give you time still
Yea, Trapping with my people tryna own the fucking land
Fuck all of your people, they will never understand
Trapping with my people tryna own the fucking land
Better get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Now tell me why you ain't worried about the damn cash?
And Riley said "we been grinding since we was downbad"
You see me coming, you get to running just like The Flash
Im coming harder like harder than any pen and pad
I pass the torch to New York, you know he gon' run it back, fuck!
Run it back, Im eating good up until my stomach fat
Got your bitch uptown she told you that's just where her cousin at
I got 'em both on my underarm and I'm touching ass
Find me dead from huffing 'em substances for a hunnid cash
My brodie air out your cap just like a trucker hat
Don't give these losers a rumor they just gon' run with that
I been a straight shooter Ray Lewis to you running backs
These rappers want a song with me start bleeding when I cut the track
Up the flask off these uppers like I study math
Always pass the test yall acting fessed while I was cutting class
Cut the glass over your forehead with a liquor bottle
I been the one who setting trends that they all is quick to follow
Dicking models from the centerpiece
All of my enemies still accredit me
The reason they ain't gettin sleep
Yea, My newest jacket is feathery
Step to me and imma pull the ratchet out like a tennis team
Best believe that I ain't never seen Venice beach
I'm from the streets that selling these Cali bitches they ketamine
Recipe for disaster on the back of my hand
I might show up to your concert and start smacking ur fans
Tactical pants Hold the strap in 'em man
These Rick Owens I'm blowing your bitch back out again
I'm with Sanityy out here packaging grams
That raw shit while you rappers rather practice a dance, damn
Yea, Trapping with my people tryna own the fucking land
Fuck all of your people, they will never understand
Trapping with my people tryna own the fucking land
Better get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Get out the way, coming hard
We finna bust back
Now tell me why you ain't worried about the damn cash?
We in the stu with it I feel studious, fuck you talmbout?
That's a bar
We in the stu, I feel studious