[Verse 1]
All you rap n***as running in place
Nothing to say you such a disgrace
I don't want it easy baby, it's the love of the chase
Life's a wet dream n***as a k** you and come to your wake
My demeanor fly Benny Medina high as Chris Tucker's eyes
When watching Al Greene but the game changed they cross dress
Rim offset I'm a dog marrying me Miss Lady is farfetched
Run Simmons leathers the MC never lost
I'm cut from Biggie's Coogi sweater cloth
“X” marks the spot I pray we never cross
Drug dealer thoughts inspired by Raw Report
Unruly Italian Cut suits I'm such a mulli
Ferrari with the bubble booty never hug a groupie
Francis Ford dope enough I'm a seduction movie
Quick to bust like when a baby clutch an uzi
[Verse 2]
I don't believe the devil came as a snake
Why would he come as something you naturally hate
I got fine taste Get it
Why wait. Shooter keep the 30 like a 9-5 break
sh** get ugly as Strangé
Diamonds shine on my b**h call it a blind date
Everything is high stakes
Can't wait to get the Rollie with the wide face
I'ma call it Moesha
I ain't doing features n***a
Triple beam dream these dope fiends get lit
I never compromise my integrity for a hit
My story rag and rich
But funny how when I got the money I never fell off
Give my ring a kiss
Don sh** Keyante sip basking in the ambiance
Listen and get insomnia
Her top left me hanging like a top of palm tree slop me up
In and out her like a robbery bruh
[Verse 3]
High fashion
I'm the newest king of all these rappers
Go head and make a list of who's the wackest
You ran rapid, little one hit wonders were average
That hoe called fame sh** you can have her
Pure n***a vernacular
Benz backing up ball player swagger (huh)
Got to stay in tune I'm looney it's just my character
I go deep in Japanese denim with a freak
English don't speak any
I made It by the skin if my teeth celebration call it off
(nah) Not tonight no good words for me
I ain't even got a vice
Rob the game we got paper to blow
n***as hate who they relate to the most
I don't get it
I'm a star you'll need forever to reach Nick
Grimm Reaper flirting I can feel d**h in each kiss
John Lennon vintage no cheap sh** you weak sh**
Sugar on the kit that's a sweet lick
f** 'em All