[Verse 1]
I'm the type to try to move a mountain
Counting all this money I should've been an accountant
Ass like a horse Its only right that I mount it
Ask where I got the flow from guess I found it
Every time I find a beat I just pound it
But n***as still hating on the kid its so astounding
Wonder how these corny a** n***a made a name
I guess they had a couple of plugs up in the game
I don't like to think about it, I just play the game
Never improvise my morals for the fame
Candy cane rappers, they meant to be eaten
Everybody got a bird man, guess they Micheal Keaton
Give a f** if they sleeping
Scythe in my hand I'm the one still reaping
Move in slow motion I can capture every sequence
an*lyze you n***as spot the holes in ya defense
Yeah I know Chevy Gold off the deep end
Working all week just to splurge on the weekend
I'm a rap n***a, i don't sing like The Weeknd
But my voice still make her wet got it leaking
If she ain't low key I ain't even speaking
Ya b**h be at every single party on weekend
You think all them n***as friend zoned that be speaking?
Yeah right, a couple of them n***as had her peaking
Cut my own gra**, stay aware of the snakes
My n***as carry two straps like a pair of 8s
Ya b**h in the room throwing back parrot bay
And she loyal cuz I tried to hit she wasn't hear to stay
Keep in a it a bean, got me bulked on protein
b**hes over money, that's every single ho dream
Every time you near me I probably smell like OG
Spitting c**aine till you p**y n***as OD
Clutch in the fourth send the whole game to OT
Sipping jack and coke with a b**h out in OC
Had dreams of doing rap sh** back in 03
If you only knew the old me, you don't know me
[Verse 2: Chevy Gold]
Im the type to aim for the unattainable
The way I put words together is so mechanical
Need control of the game I'm feeling Tyrannical
Diabolical time chambers, I'm only training
I'm the best n***a from the coast, in a minute
Ain't close to finish, my real n***as replenished
Gotta do it for the n***as bout to get sentence
The way they cooking in the kitchen could've been a chemist
The way I'm in these n***as grill I could've been a dentist
If life is a beach, I'm playing tennis in Venice
Yeah, I'm the answer, to this game's cancer
Had a chick from CAPA with dreams of being a dancer
I'm kidnapping rappers, holler at me with a ransom
I'm so head of my time, I probably got a grandson
Steez on another level, Bury the game, just hand me a shovel
I ain't dancing with the devil (Royal Boyz)