[ Featuring Yvng King ]
All of this time that my grind was on go
All of you niggas just show me you trash
You spinnin' my block, you lookin' for cash
I'm driftin' in foreigns, 200 on dash
Runnin' the race and I came outta last
Dunkin' on rookies, hoop off of the glass
Niggas is schooling, but learning in class
Through a diamond Patek, that's a million in cash
None of you niggas can get to the bag
Chasin' a foreign who lives in my bag
Give her a dub, she spending it fast
I'm lovin' her tongue when she spinnin' it fast
Droppin' the top when she giving me brain
Speed in the Beamer and swerve in the lane
All of you niggas just swervin' the game
I kept it on track, yo, that's word to my name
None of you niggas can learn how to surf
All of you niggas kept ridin' my wave
Drivin' the Rover, been drivin' for days
A clip in the dash, a .9 on my waist
Shorty go down, her thighs in my face
Suckin' my kids, no taxes to waste
Braggin' I'm stackin', I give her the bag
She poppin' that pussy inside of my Wraith
Yeah, I came swingin' right outta the gates
Yeah, I'm just tryna be one of the greats
None of you niggas can say that you made it
When all of your circle surrounded by fakes
Diamond Patek, that's a million in cash
12 tryna stop me, they grippin' the dash
They never could find what was causin' the stench
'Cause niggas know better than to carry they stash
Now I came back and I'm different this round
Niggas stay fakin', like how do you sound?
Takin' your bitch then we ridin' the town
Who are you, nigga? Just call him a clown
Stackin' my money, it's all in the plan
Care for my niggas, give bread when I can
None of you niggas can stand where I stand
All of this pain, it just made me a man
Run up the racks and I'm making it stack
You niggas is trash, I'm stating the facts
I'm spending a band and I'm making it back
F*ckin' your shorty, the pussy a snack
Punches and flows is just somethin' you lack
Copy my style and I'm takin' it back
Came out the jungle where pussies is rats
I'm making this song and y'all playing it back (Gang)
F*ck all they politickin'
Niggas don't even know how we livin'
F*ck all they politickin'
F*ck all the politickin'
Yeah, yeah, f*ck all they politickin'
F*ck all they politickin'
Haters cannot keep up with our rhythm
I'm packin' the bars like the ones in prison
Splittin' my punches, call it division
Lucid and clear, yeah, that's my vision
Staying true to myself, 'cause it's my religion
And I'm tellin' the future, like on the Simpsons
And on this track I'm runnin', no Rev Simmons
Just listen
Hold up, nigga
I returned, they thought I wouldn't show up, nigga?
Yvng King and Trill gonna go up, nigga
Spit quick, still switchin' my flow up, nigga
Still slummin', I ain't tryna slow up, nigga
Steady grinding, working for that blow up, nigga
Feel the wit as I'm building my glow up, nigga
Real sick, yeah, I'm spittin' that throw up, nigga
On some real shit, when's the last name someone really reached out to check on me?
All this pressure on me to be fresh and holy
Got me thinking just who is the best, homie?
Well, it's me and my niggas
Had to take a loss to become a winner
Rise above the rest to be great figures
Balling out and you could call us the Knicker
Bockers
Ha, yeah
Code switch, how I'm gritty and proper
I wanna know who could block us
I ain't even for the drama
But we coming stronger than Ibaka
You ain't know I'm a lyrical chopper?
They hidin' out, they iguanas
But they tellin' time, how they watch us
Time is money and I want the commas
Need queens, only they can calm us
Sike, nah, I ain't tryna relax
Working on my craft as I gather the facts
Hold major pain in as I go to the max
Good for your ears, I'm secretly wax
I'm not tryna ever end up in last
Tryna bring me down, get left in the past, bitch
