This is for all you fakes
We putting in the graves
F*ck a job I'm my own boss
Flexing y'all bitches call me Rick Ross
F*ck the secret sauce, yo bitch like my sauce
I make yo bitch wetter than Curry's shot
In the bay bitch we always be lit
Litter than a thot that sucks my dick
(My dick)
Gotta show my bros so I take a pic
(A pic)
Ima be mad if they leak the shit
On the come up, with the clique
Y'all ain't with the shit
(With the shit)
Moving on up that's the way to go
Bars so fire give you vertigo
Gotta go
(Gotta go)
Gotta go
(Gotta go)
Gotta go
(Uh gotta go)
Gotta go
I'm sick and tired of all your fakes
Bringing me down to yo level to hurt me
I don't take that, I don't play that
Go mess with someone else you f*cking snake
I put in the work for everyone else and no one returns that favor
Bro what the f*ck do you think I am, ah... f*cking garbage man
(Oof)
Hell no bitch get the f*ck outta here
I'm tired of your shit, and I'm tired of your lying
(Lying bitch)
What the f*ck are you doing with your life
Working a 9-5 for some stranger
What the f*ck is wrong with you wasting your time
(Yuh)
While I'm digging up this gold mine
(Mine)
Drinking water from my hydro flask so I don't overheat from this pressure bro
(Oh)
Cooking up rice with kBandz tryna make a gameplan
On how we will take over this game man
Im the main man with the bros and your f*cking hoe bro
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh aye uh huh yuh
Aye! Gang gang
We are saints, chilling with the girls, chopping you up
2018 gang gang