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All my haters ain’t shit, quick, give that boy a laxative
I’m not here by accident, ‘cause daddy rich, I’m adamant
They said if you backpack rapping, you ain’t banking it
But I’m in my bag in it, ‘bout to change the narrative
Find me where the action is, actually rap with savages
Need to check the balance, I son them and pay for damages
On the road to riches, and we don’t need no more passengers
Even Steven Rogers is cappin’, I’m who the captain is
See but we don’t need a casino to get a bag of chips
We know we don’t mean no Doritos, we try to snatch in it
But is it worth it, it irks me, I seldom ponder
From spitting ’cause I loved it, to doing it ’cause I aught’a
See standing off of the line on the side is not what I ordered
But if we ain’t even promised tomorrow, why even bother?
‘Cause you can do it all, lessons, I’ve been through ’em all
Didn’t want my number when I wasn’t no one you would call
Well I guess you were wrong, thought you’re funny with my tens
I give them dummies, hopping on a wagon so I threw ’em off
Too legit, know exactly who it is
Disturbing all the peace in the city, no Jerusalem
Bitch I’m on my bully shit, all my niggas hooligans
Y’all don’t want no beef, simply put, these niggas too chicken
Look at them, they worry ’bout a hoe
I’m focusing on their goal, the gate is guarded by keepers
I peep them but fuck them all, just know when I bring her home
She smelling like my cologne, dickin’ her, make a flick
She’ll be digging up on her phone, but keeping it on the low
Damn right, I’m a cold dude, yeah I’m in a team
But it seem I could coach you
Heard of niggas looking for the meanest with the flow
I’m the motherfucking final destination
I’m the GOAT, watch how you approach dude
Sing, rap, trappin’, I could even fuck with old school
Bottom line is if you need a fix, I got the Pro Tools
Put me in a vocal booth
If you want smoke show your face so I know it’s you
Quotables on quotables, but only if I notice you
Doing what I’m supposed to do, I fuck around and ghost for you
‘Cause with the raps I got no [?]
Yeah the flow cold but the hoes hot
With the skill I got everything they ain’t got
Verses going over niggas’ heads like a drone shot, that’s way too real
Find me sippin’ on dirty sprite, I’m way too ill
Yeah I’m way too on, you can not fuck the hustle, bitch
It’s way too strong, motherfucker