Verse 1
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Big talk, better back that
All the breath you takin' addin' up to nothin' 'cept a couple f**in' hashtags
I ain't with the phony, hangin' with the homie, chasin' where to get the cash at
Hoppin' in the Civic, know we down to get it, breakin' out the limit
Scratch that, tryna push the f**in' limit past that
Tryna do'em digits like my GPA
Tryna get it, know we tryna get it so my fam can spend a hundred G a day
Tryna get a baddie, have her call me daddy, thick, mixed like Creole
Whippin' muhf**in' frijole for me
Day ones in the real estate only
Give a f** you wanna feel a way homie yeuh
All you b**hes workin' lightweight
All my loads heavy, I been so ready to get the sh** kickin' my way
Just a motha from the 5-0, know the ride slow, but it might go on'em
When I get to stackin' my dough, get in my zone, know the time close on'em
f**in' up the session, who got it poppin'
Countin' all the blessing, move onto profit
Never been the one to let a muhf**a put a blockin' on me, who wanna stop me?
Chillin' in Bethany
k**a equipped with the remedy
This to my enemies (hey)
Who got the recipe
Know that I come with it readily
f** with me heavily (hey)
Verse 2
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Rap money, that's a sidenote
Homegrown, from the 5-0
They come to me like did you pipe on my girl and I look at'em like "how would I know"
Rap dudes better get with the element
Said for your benefit
So called professionals still in development
And this for the hell of it
Walk in the buildin', they all overlook me, I look at myself like I been the man
Havin' my pen make me star of my circle, I'll f** around call it a pentagram
Yeah, it's been a f**in' minute
That flow you be bitin' ain't nothin' different
Buncha carbon copies, y'all be p**y period, dontchu come and ask me if I'm f**in' with it
Be direct homie