It's 100 f*cking degrees outside,
Right
Ay, yeah,
Watch your back, I got your front
Fight to fire
Nobody perfect
Early bird was only working
Shit was getting down to crunch time
I wonder why the worm
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Shit get tragic
Pick through patterns
Sitting thinking, mind your own
Matrix made for brain scatter
Usher in new paradigms
You let it go and make it matter
Loans from local bankers
FDIC need paper trails
For all the transactions you've been making
Count the costs, I love my ganja
Different flavors, huh
You got good credit, where your assets
Walk in the building, look at homie
Walk past bag check,
YA DIG
I came to gorge
We backstreet alley
Come to observe
We let you check our link, bih
No force
Panoramic views
I didn't have a choice
Had to come up some up
Nigga had the one up
Nigga, you was in the f*cking dungeon
Cooking with the cauldron
Nigga, I'm the god
Nigga, I'm the one that beat the odds
The difference, the facade
The thing that you see behind mirage
You gasping out straws
Don't know where the hat went
Niggas left without a trace
Don't know where the bag went
It's sad, shit shit
Nigga, I ran up the assets
A chunk of large yams
Niggas thought I was capping
You lacking
Bump on the log
Nigga, you actress
Playing with the pussy or something
You need a mattress
I'm dead to the world with these millions
Smoking cat piss
Catfish
Flapping
You niggas got no traction
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It's 100 f*cking degrees outside,
Right
Ay, yeah,
Watch your back, I got your front
Fight to fire
Nobody perfect
Early bird was only working
Shit was getting down to crunch time
I wonder why the worm
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Shit get tragic
Pick through patterns
Sitting thinking, mind your own
Matrix made for brain scatter
Usher in new paradigms
You let it go and make it matter
Loans from local bankers
FDIC need paper trails
For all the transactions you've been making
Count the costs, I love my ganja
Different flavors, huh
You got good credit, where your assets
Walk in the building, look at homie
Walk past bag check,
YA DIG
I came to gorge
We backstreet alley
Come to observe
We let you check our link, bih
No force
Panoramic views
I didn't have a choice
Had to come up some up
Nigga had the one up
Nigga, you was in the f*cking dungeon
Cooking with the cauldron
Nigga, I'm the god
Nigga, I'm the one that beat the odds
The difference, the facade
The thing that you see behind mirage
You gasping out straws
Don't know where the hat went
Niggas left without a trace
Don't know where the bag went
It's sad, shit shit
Nigga, I ran up the assets
A chunk of large yams
Niggas thought I was capping
You lacking
Bump on the log
Nigga, you actress
Playing with the pussy or something
You need a mattress
I'm dead to the world with these millions
Smoking cat piss
Catfish
Flapping
You niggas got no traction
Right
Ay, yeah,
Watch your back, I got your front
Fight to fire
Nobody perfect
Early bird was only working
Shit was getting down to crunch time
I wonder why the worm
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Wanted to wait and watch the sun rise
Shit get tragic
Pick through patterns
Sitting thinking, mind your own
Matrix made for brain scatter
Usher in new paradigms
You let it go and make it matter
Loans from local bankers
FDIC need paper trails
For all the transactions you've been making
Count the costs, I love my ganja
Different flavors, huh
You got good credit, where your assets
Walk in the building, look at homie
Walk past bag check,
YA DIG
I came to gorge
We backstreet alley
Come to observe
We let you check our link, bih
No force
Panoramic views
I didn't have a choice
Had to come up some up
Nigga had the one up
Nigga, you was in the f*cking dungeon
Cooking with the cauldron
Nigga, I'm the god
Nigga, I'm the one that beat the odds
The difference, the facade
The thing that you see behind mirage
You gasping out straws
Don't know where the hat went
Niggas left without a trace
Don't know where the bag went
It's sad, shit shit
Nigga, I ran up the assets
A chunk of large yams
Niggas thought I was capping
You lacking
Bump on the log
Nigga, you actress
Playing with the pussy or something
You need a mattress
I'm dead to the world with these millions
Smoking cat piss
Catfish
Flapping
You niggas got no traction
Writer: Bryce Bryant, Damian Flores
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