Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
My whole damn life I been waking up well before the hens
Slept in the Acura so I can wake up in a Benz
Hitting straight gas can't shake yo hand if you done broke amends
Speer dropping dimes, I keep a dime, they know we love them 10s
See 20/20, H1M say we need diamonds on the lenses
Writing my story, when I expire it won't never end
Bruddas from another mother feeling like they took me in
It's strictly family, them presidents my only friends
It's strictly business, she say I can't f*ck up on no fans
I say I'm boujee know I only like them hoes with bands
VO World Tour, gon have to get back with the band
Call on the gang if I need someone to hop out the van
Shit get wicked we got like 5 drummers
Just had a meeting with the guys, we straight for 5 summers
Goal is to leave with racks and no stains, football punters
Or you can make it serving fiends, hustlers turn to hunters
Or go from city to the league and go play for the Thunder
Don't put yo trust into no bitch, invest it in them numbers
When I get rich, promised myself to work harder than plumbers
I'm Mr. Put It On and pick it up can't be no fumbler
Go from the middle to the business man, can't be no runner
Do my own stunts but I be moving like I had a double
Jordan and Pippen in this rap shit other teams in trouble
Value my minutes in the game, no time for outs or huddles
I switched the lane in quarantine, i stepped outta my bubble
Say I reside where money lies, Fritos done turned to Ruffles
It's do or die and homicide, they done forgot bout scuffles
When I'm done speaking, I know all them boys gon have rebuttals
Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
Nigga that's my dime brother call us chris and cliff
Me and Ceej going crazy every time we hit the spliff
Came packaged presented to the game as f*cking gift
I'll be lying if I said I ever missed
Really bout that paper since a day old
Niggas f*cking with me I don't rap bout selling Yayo
We just giving y'all our life on the way to them peso's
So all y'all leaching ass niggas can finally let go
Now let's roll
A lot of niggas claim they gremlins but they head swole
I'm dodging pics from any bitch I said my heart cold
They lookin at us they can tell they we in that mode
Watch yourself you know the VO, yeah we crack codes
We taking rappers out in loads like they dirty clothes
I pray my brothers being safe on this lonely road
Won't get a bitch because these fees don't keep they legs closed
I put my foot into this song I ain't got no soles
Shout out to VO my niggas righteous we jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO on the mic and the court
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Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
My whole damn life I been waking up well before the hens
Slept in the Acura so I can wake up in a Benz
Hitting straight gas can't shake yo hand if you done broke amends
Speer dropping dimes, I keep a dime, they know we love them 10s
See 20/20, H1M say we need diamonds on the lenses
Writing my story, when I expire it won't never end
Bruddas from another mother feeling like they took me in
It's strictly family, them presidents my only friends
It's strictly business, she say I can't f*ck up on no fans
I say I'm boujee know I only like them hoes with bands
VO World Tour, gon have to get back with the band
Call on the gang if I need someone to hop out the van
Shit get wicked we got like 5 drummers
Just had a meeting with the guys, we straight for 5 summers
Goal is to leave with racks and no stains, football punters
Or you can make it serving fiends, hustlers turn to hunters
Or go from city to the league and go play for the Thunder
Don't put yo trust into no bitch, invest it in them numbers
When I get rich, promised myself to work harder than plumbers
I'm Mr. Put It On and pick it up can't be no fumbler
Go from the middle to the business man, can't be no runner
Do my own stunts but I be moving like I had a double
Jordan and Pippen in this rap shit other teams in trouble
Value my minutes in the game, no time for outs or huddles
I switched the lane in quarantine, i stepped outta my bubble
Say I reside where money lies, Fritos done turned to Ruffles
It's do or die and homicide, they done forgot bout scuffles
When I'm done speaking, I know all them boys gon have rebuttals
Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
Nigga that's my dime brother call us chris and cliff
Me and Ceej going crazy every time we hit the spliff
Came packaged presented to the game as f*cking gift
I'll be lying if I said I ever missed
Really bout that paper since a day old
Niggas f*cking with me I don't rap bout selling Yayo
We just giving y'all our life on the way to them peso's
So all y'all leaching ass niggas can finally let go
Now let's roll
A lot of niggas claim they gremlins but they head swole
I'm dodging pics from any bitch I said my heart cold
They lookin at us they can tell they we in that mode
Watch yourself you know the VO, yeah we crack codes
We taking rappers out in loads like they dirty clothes
I pray my brothers being safe on this lonely road
Won't get a bitch because these fees don't keep they legs closed
I put my foot into this song I ain't got no soles
Shout out to VO my niggas righteous we jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO on the mic and the court
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
My whole damn life I been waking up well before the hens
Slept in the Acura so I can wake up in a Benz
Hitting straight gas can't shake yo hand if you done broke amends
Speer dropping dimes, I keep a dime, they know we love them 10s
See 20/20, H1M say we need diamonds on the lenses
Writing my story, when I expire it won't never end
Bruddas from another mother feeling like they took me in
It's strictly family, them presidents my only friends
It's strictly business, she say I can't f*ck up on no fans
I say I'm boujee know I only like them hoes with bands
VO World Tour, gon have to get back with the band
Call on the gang if I need someone to hop out the van
Shit get wicked we got like 5 drummers
Just had a meeting with the guys, we straight for 5 summers
Goal is to leave with racks and no stains, football punters
Or you can make it serving fiends, hustlers turn to hunters
Or go from city to the league and go play for the Thunder
Don't put yo trust into no bitch, invest it in them numbers
When I get rich, promised myself to work harder than plumbers
I'm Mr. Put It On and pick it up can't be no fumbler
Go from the middle to the business man, can't be no runner
Do my own stunts but I be moving like I had a double
Jordan and Pippen in this rap shit other teams in trouble
Value my minutes in the game, no time for outs or huddles
I switched the lane in quarantine, i stepped outta my bubble
Say I reside where money lies, Fritos done turned to Ruffles
It's do or die and homicide, they done forgot bout scuffles
When I'm done speaking, I know all them boys gon have rebuttals
Voice of the VO, know I'm He, so I'm riding with H1M
I told my brudda I can't have heat when I'm in his gym
Reap what I sow if I go broke I'm turning to the grim
But when you winning they get shady, so my circle slim
Know they get shady now my circle slim and I just be floating buckets in the rim
Y'all just be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can f*ck with my pen
Get the picture for you f*ck with my lens
Nigga that's my dime brother call us chris and cliff
Me and Ceej going crazy every time we hit the spliff
Came packaged presented to the game as f*cking gift
I'll be lying if I said I ever missed
Really bout that paper since a day old
Niggas f*cking with me I don't rap bout selling Yayo
We just giving y'all our life on the way to them peso's
So all y'all leaching ass niggas can finally let go
Now let's roll
A lot of niggas claim they gremlins but they head swole
I'm dodging pics from any bitch I said my heart cold
They lookin at us they can tell they we in that mode
Watch yourself you know the VO, yeah we crack codes
We taking rappers out in loads like they dirty clothes
I pray my brothers being safe on this lonely road
Won't get a bitch because these fees don't keep they legs closed
I put my foot into this song I ain't got no soles
Shout out to VO my niggas righteous we jumped off the porch
Killing rappers left and right don't even check the corpse
By the time you hear this, ceej will be in New York
XXL we coming VO on the mic and the court
Writer: MICHAEL COX, JOHN GROOVER, CHRISTIAN JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.