PayCut

[Intro]
Yeah
My cake went up, yours went down
You know? Circle of life
Fuck ya bitch, yeah
Turn up in here
Nick Miles, what it do?
Yeah (Okay), damn
1317, okay

[Chorus]
Y'all boys best wake up (Best wake up)
Doin’ big shit for free don't weigh up (Not at all), yeah (Yeah)
My only goal to cake up, make you take a pay cut (Yeah, get that cake up)
Put some miles on that grey truck now I'm on my way up (Skrrrt, and now we here, yeah)
Might hit them grits to stay up (Woah)
Stone cold playa and I'm bae'd up (I'm up)
Niggas laid up n they gangsta halfway made up (Y'all niggas pussy)
Prada cologne sprayed up (Yeah)
Need a quarter back sleeve cuz the kidren got his plays up
(Kidren got his plays up, yeah, go long)

[Verse 1]
All praise to my set (Okay)
Not the A this the Dec (Born Rich, Decatur!)
Y'all playin’ for real this rec for me (Yeah)
Never starve with the recipe (Never starve)
Shawty naughty like trech (Like who?)
Y'all boys far-fetched (Damn)
Marc Jake on the specs (Whoo)
Double G's when I flex (Double G me)
Double Ringed like a vet (Damn)
"We copied y'all", that's a stretch (2 pinky rings shit)
Tried juke ya boy that's a threat (a threat)
Good jack I'm throwed like a catch (I'm throwed, yeah)
Nigga cap on zero (Zero)
And Mac a neighborhood hero (That's me!)
Might catch a nap n then reload (I'm up!)
New Nike all we know (Okay)
Goin’ for gold like Rio (Yeah)
That's Crystal clear like Pino (Uhn, 2015 shit, my nigga)

[Chorus]
Y’all fuck boys best wake up (Wake up)
Doin’ big shit for free don’t weigh up (Not at all, you see me)
My only cake up make you take a pay cut (My cake up, yours down)

[Verse 2]
Do it like this you know no other (Nah)
Switching sides all undercover (Talk to 'em)
Stock hit a ceiling Can't go no further (Woah)
Headed North, boy so southern (Damn)
Independent like skate trucks (Woah)
Pipe down, turn my tape up (That's mine)
5 stars when Nick bake up
Chi town better wake up (Chi town better wake up)
Gimme space I take up a lot
Getting’ it crackin’ without the pot (Woah)
This my last year being broke (Woah)
This yo last year being hot (Ha)
Might move to LA like the Rams (Damn)
Line busy better hit up Cam (Damn)
Squad busy don't need yo stamp (Damn)
Talkin' greasy, don't get me amped (Don't get me amped)
Fuck yo party up then we vamp (We out)
Gather round the fire this the realest camp (Woah)
Feather weight still a champ (Yeah)
Flow tighter than a cramp (Damn)
(Talk to 'em, bring the hook back)

[Chorus]
Fuck boys best wake up (Wake up, yeah)
Doin’ big shit for free don't weigh up (Nah, we need the check, you must pay)
My only goal to cake up make you take a pay cut (My cake up, yours down)
Put some miles on that grey truck
Now I'm on my way up (Yeah)
(We on the way up)
Real deal none of that play stuff (None of that)
1317, Mac!