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[Verse 1: B7shop]

Uh
Walked to the door of the industry
Thinking 'bout all of the shit that I'm dropping will get to me
They talking shit like they littering
Take over swiftly with lines that they ain't never heard of
Heard all the shit that they dropped, are you kidding me?
All of my lyrics got heat like they blistering
After I'm done, I'll change history
Like y'all are Cosmo or Wanda and I'm Timmy Turner
Everybody talk cool like they Listerine
Then I pull up and they bitterly speak to me
Then they would try to belittle me
When all I'm doing's literally askin'
They really know that they wouldn't do shit to me
Pullin' up on me ain't victory
Roll into three, unknowingly
Best place your bet, I'm the winner like DraftKings

Make sure if you talk against me
You best come off fluently
Y'all talkin' up like you tryna be the devil of rap
But you steady be overlooking for the God within me
Well that can't be right, so stop insisting
That you still top the listings
I'll get the spot that I wish for quickly
While you work hard against me
It's awful envious what people will do
Just to get on a track with me
Then it turns out to a crap release
You won't believe how many of 'em wanting a pizza
But still requesting for a bag of cheese
No one from Punxsy will kill it as hard as this after me
Still making zero on salaries
After this album releases, I'm gonna be eating
Like every beat gives me 300 calories

[Chorus: B7shop]

I'm working hard for this shit
Got it thick, and it's solid as bricks
You think I'm sad at the top, but I'm still at the start of this shit
I'm working hardly for hardly a cent
Now they tripping, steady offering tips
Still saying "nah" to the shit
They go from bopping to sparking a clip
I didn't call for this shit
I'm working hard for this shit
Gotta thicken as solid as bricks
You think I'm sat at the top, but I'm still at the start of this shit
I'm working hardly for hardly a cent
Now they tripping, steady offering tips
Still saying "nah" to the shit
They go from bopping to sparking a clip
I didn't call for this shit

[Verse 2: Vinny]

Okay
Where were they at?
Turn up the stereo, hop in the back
I thought you would stop the facade
When you had told us about a "competive" match
Oops, competitive
Ain't nobody Vinny isn't better than
I got a list right here that I'm fed up with
It even says it on the back of the letterman's sack
With the brethren, mmm
You need an hour, give me a minute
What isn't ours? Quick to the finish
Quick to devour, leave some for dinner
Bitter and sour? That was a given
Give me a minute to snap
Now give me a bit to relax
Give me a bitch from the back
And I'll hit it so hard that her innards collapse

[Chorus: B7shop]

I'm working hard for this shit
Got it thick, and it's solid as bricks
You think I'm sad at the top, but I'm still at the start of this shit
I'm working hardly for hardly a cent
Now they tripping, steady offering tips
Still saying "nah" to the shit
They go from bopping to sparking a clip
I didn't call for this shit
I'm working hard for this shit
Gotta thicken as solid as bricks
You think I'm sat at the top, but I'm still at the start of this shit
I'm working hardly for hardly a cent
Now they tripping, steady offering tips
Still saying "nah" to the shit
They go from bopping to sparking a clip
I didn't call for this shit