[ Featuring prodby.Waste ]
Shit been movin' different since I got hot
When I pulled up on the block, they gon' tell me when to drop
Thanks a lot
Ain't gon' tell a man how to do his job
Have respect for a brother 'fore you run into the mob (To the)
When I'm in the stu, R gon' pass the rock
Like LeBron and D-Wade, they way I'm dunkin' off the lob
Off the lob, I got motion, know I'm movin' like the Doc
Out here slidin' Waste and R, and they gon' take it from the top
From the top, ay
How we rock, ay
He gon' throw the lob up, while I drive, ay
And you better stand up when we talk, ay
This that new RAYT3D R with the boy Waste
Had throw in Donovan cause he got good taste
We gon' bump the West Coast, baby no Drake (Uh)
Ain't 'bout the hoes, they be talking, I don't want no drama
I got the flow and the women, yeah because I got the
Got the dub on my chest, cause I rep the West
With my chains out, let 'em know that I'm the best
Yeah she love it when I do it, that's a subtle flex
She don't hit my line no more, no hearin' 'bout a text
Baby you better start to listen to my music, though
So many quotables and captions for them groupie hoes
But we don't hang with those
I said it once before
When you want me for the night, it's not beneficial
I got off the topic, why it's called a freestyle
They don't know what's going on, I make 'em see now
Like a visionary, listenin' to me now
I turned to your favorite rapper, let me speak out
With the flows, with the beats, with the shades
I been the hardest in my city, hell the state
I dropped the album, now they want me in the A
Didn't want me way back then, now you argue, no debate
It's whatever, go and sit on your mistake
Imma stand up at the top, like I'm Andre '98
Like an outcast, wanted for my past, keep it straight, check the date
I been on it since I started, since a youngin back in '08
Ooooo, yeah
I been around here for a minute
One-two-three years rappin' is it?
I gotta hit 'em with it more and more business
I play this in the club, we don't need a violinist
Went from one night to two, now to three, now to four
Keep 'em stackin, postman, Imma hit 'em like woah
Imma hit 'em like woah
Got the Timberland playin', dancin' on the floor
Play that funky music for the white boy
I got fans in Brazil to Chicago, Illinois
Imma step around the world, take it over like Troy
She gon' want me when I'm famous, but I'm good luv, enjoy
Yeah, said I'm good luv, enjoy
Shoutout Aaron May, yeah for the noise
He from the H like the boy
In the Longhorn state, quarterbacking like McCoy
(Uh, yeah)
This is how we do
RAYT3D R and the crew
Yugh
