(Verse)
Who's this dude that's rappin' crazy?
Make a piece and singin' too
Labels send the invites to the man
Betta bring the loot
Mama told me act polite
Act that like you seen some money
My dad taught me wives and knives
b**hes out here actin' funny
You live like you grabbed the money
I live like I have the money
I'mma put my family on, get my sh** and pa** the money
Buy my mom an island
It's Tuesday, where's Bora Bora
Jab some sh** out for the fans
Continue all my dora-dora
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Pa** the gen', I pora-pora
Lables need some more-a more-a
Cause a couple ends won't make me move up out my corner
f**in' up yo hunter, USA gon' treat me like I'm foreign
Givin' out the street food
Though that you endured your portion
Buy shiz for the ma**es
You rappin' fo' yo neighborhood
Got some money in my matrice that could f** up yo whole neighborhood
Deep breaths for the shallow mind
I said deep breaths for the shallow mind
Ignite a fire, a week old, shine
(Hook x2)
I got two middle fingers up if you don't care for me
I got to be there for my fans cause they was there for me
That's right, les, come and march for me
Got a f**in' army round the world on call for me
(Verse)
Guns up to the cashier till the cash year
Ya, I was polishin' my sh**, that was last year
Ya, now I'm smoother than a criminal
And I'm movin' like a general
f** that sh** that all of y'all is talkin' bout
I'm makin' myself pot, that sh** Chuck dun' told me
This is like 50 mitts with eh, this one Machiavelli
Got the tele in New York, labels pumpin' up my arms
This will be my blood, I'm a boss
They recognize the doin'
Gettin' on while you stallin' up
But this neva really been about ya
Cause muthaf**es been makin' moves with or without ya
(Hook x2)
And I'm smoother than a criminal but I'm movin' like a general
I got two middle fingers up if you don't care for me
I got to be there for my fans cause they was there for me
That's right, les, come and march for me
Got a f**in' army round the world on call for me