[Verse 1: Demotus]
Watch how you talk to me
I keep that thing co*ked
With them shots to keep f** n***as off of me
Feds they been watching me
They see I'm up next, I'm a profit
You see in the prophecy
b**h you a mockery
Your life is a mockery
Probably living in poverty
There ain't no stopping me
That sh** is impossible
There ain't no k**ing me possibly
Don't give a f**
I'm rolling sh** up in the back
Got my pack counting racks
And that kush got me stuck
I'm living my life, don't f** with the price
Just drown me in ice
We came from the bottom
So you know I gotta get right
Yo b**h want the pipe
I do not look twice
I already got me a wife
I'm off them tablets so it got me tripping
I got 20 fifties in my pockets sitting
With that pocket rocket
If I gotta pop it then I aim them shots
At all my opposition
n***as talking sh**, get up off my dick
Because I started popping with no pot to piss in
n***as talking sh**, get up off my dick
Because I started popping with no pot to piss in
[Verse 2: Demotus]
Watch how you talk to me
Watch how you talk to me n***a
Making money like monopoly
Now yo b**h really wanna get on top of me n***a
But I don't f** with all these groupie b**hes
Tryna merk a fed and then just shoot the witness
If it ain't bout that then Ima turn my back
And Ima keep it moving cause it ain't my buisness
I just elevate while I meditate
So I can see these n***as who been hella fake
I don't f** with snakes so I separate
And watch all the money that I generate
I'm just smoking up on all that potent stuff
While all you ba**ers still s** on porks
Young n***a ya I came up from the porch
Selling d** in the south but I got it from the north
Obi Wan Kenobi with the motherf**ing force
Remember I was young when my brothers still in force
Now I'm in this b**h chilling at the dam shores
Pulling out the airport in a motherf**ing Porsche
Aye, pull up in this b**h with my wrist on fleek
Life is just a b**h tell a b**h don't speak
Say you getting money but yo clique don't eat
Tryna smuggle through the trash
Tryna get yo piece
Motherf**er
n***a just admit it
Told my dam momma we gon' make it in a minute
Make her go get it
Know that Ima get it
Get up off my dick I don't really need a critic n***a
[Verse 3: Big Bink]
Give me a reason to really cease demons
They scheming and fiending
And planning to devour you from your [?]
After this meeting yo b**h I be beating
This bed no repeating I leave her in semen
Listen my n***a you never been dreaming
Listen my n***a can't f** with my teaming
All of my n***as all mathematicians
Parenthesizing what we bout to do is too exclusive
Capitalize on p**y n***as equals this illusion
Divided for the profit make additions to the movement
Subtracting you p**y hoes tryna get some new sh**
Inhale exhale ridiculous smell your kissing your tail
But [?]
And I'm not talking bout pasta
Blazing more trees than a Rasta
Bad b**hes all on my roster
Take em all back to mi casa
I rule my kingdom like Mufasa
Call up my partner
Catch yo a** without them [?]
Tell on my n***a just holler
All about that guala yala