Route 3

First things first, keep the weak shit second (Heard)
Feeling like a thousand gold bricks for the record (Yeah)
I’m feeling like I'm Reggie Miller how I got necks and (Yeah)
I'm hated, it’s like I’m Belichick to a Jets fan (Yeah)
I'm on point like a poisonous dart (Heard)
I ride slow almost like I have nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
Except I'm onto something (Yeah)
I don't wanna punch in (Yeah)
I brought the Backwoods and the gelato to the function (You heard)
I'm mad tense, wishing my anxiety was past tense
I re-run old conversations that I had with past friends
I’m thinking when did that end
I'm in a cloud, don't blur the vision
Put the blades to you dickheads like circumcision (Yeah)

I just want
I just
I just want the money
I just want the money
I just
I just want the money

(Oh you thought that was free?
That’s the crazy part)

Aye
Aye
Aye

Need some separation and further division
I can't hang with you hot boys you hurting my system
Burning them bridges leave you stranded at shore
Claiming they raw, then drop a name on they dog
Then clamor for more attention
I wonder, yo where we go wrong?
Mary go round and round
Yo fuck it, hand me the bong
Yo fuck it, hand me whatever
You half-stepping boy, can't be as clever
Champion level, you dig it?
I can hand you the shovel
Son of a rebel, hand picked all the drum and the treble
Fucking wit me?
Yo, tuck away y’all bummy falsettos
Give me the medal
1st, 2nd, 3rd place - all mine
I keep cold cuts like I’m at the deli on line

U heard?
Want the money
Money
I just want the money
Right now
Mans wilding right now bruv, in a big way bruv, check