Intro

The gold yellow like a
B A N A N A
Piss on pions
Pistol whip the beat
And eat it like it’s pene

Ion need your two cents
Bitch I’m Proud as fuck like Penny
Pen to pad
I been like Penny
Passed on pussy niggas plenty

Pinned the champ
And then I sold the trophy
For a pretty penny
Copped some henny
Jugged it down
While Yara roll up on a Benji
Fuck a Bentley

Ion even need a ghost
Because I keep it deadly
She rubbed Bel-air on a wood
And kept from fucking up her fenty

Smoke some gas
Spit some fire
Copped some munchies from the deli
We don’t give a F
And the F is for
Fendi and fetechini
Different cheese and designer shit
Devil rocking Prada
Bitch
You gotta be blind as shit
Or maybe you blind as fuck

Cause i’m in a black T
And a sweater thats made by Gus
And a jacket that’s made by Veyebs
And these jeans made by Kish is super tough
And I keep me some up-town’s
White as Snow On The Bluff

Ion brag
Ion boast
I just know i know all my stuff
And i know you want me to hush
Cuz you know you don’t know enough
Plus
The red from the ruby in the chain
Just made her blush
And I like em dark skinnded
So you know that
That was tough as fuck

I’m tryna make sure that my gang
Is on the up and up
Competition come catch this upper cut
The upper echelon
Is close just like a put
Give it time
And we can kick it like a punt

Spittin to shine
Man I’m a diamond in the the rough
Family on the grind
Like skate boarders
And wait orders
And weights
That my lil brother lift over his shoulder

If I hit a mil before he get to college
He’s a pro
Black and funny
Rap for money
I’m a gangster Donald Glover
Matter fact I’m throwing up the rock
Feeling like I’m Hov

Might just throw it in the pot
I’m feeling like I’m Sosa
It’s a fact
I’ll make the final shot
Like I’m on Villanova
It ain’t over till it’s over
I’ll put Jordan on a poster
Right after I cross him over
Write my name across his signature
Like
Homie I’m the G.O.A.T. now

The best rappers in the game
Gone hear this and be like
Hol on
Lil Brody slow down
And then they’ll listen close
And be like
Woah now
I see what he saying
I can’t blame him

When we was in his shoes
This is the shit that we was saying
And we wasn’t even playing
I mean look around

Yea
Nigga
Look around
Cuz I’ll be damned
If any man
Ever think he’ll be looking down

Rapping assasin with passion
He was flashin it in face
So I took em out
Closed the curtain
Took a bow
I’m never throwing in the towel

Be the hottest in the town
The hottest in the state
The hottest in country
Every artist laying on my plate
And then I’m eating
I’m a demon
Ion rush for nothing
My own birth was late

I told life
That I’m ready when I’m ready
I just won my first debate
Took the game on a special date
Married her to celebrate
She said I do
Because I gave her hope
And more importantly
I give her Faith
Took the ring back
And threw it in her face
Cuz she ain’t wanna say her grace
Before we munched on the disgrace
That is the competition
Coming out of place

They nothing but some props
They hanging from the tree to decorate
So I gotta come and regulate
And let em know that in this tournament
That they would never place
Suicide your pride
And lock your talent in a prison base