[Hook]
I got this year, I got this year n***a I got this year (x6)
Every year I'mma do my thing
But this my year to pursue my dreams
So I got this
f** they circle and f** they hoes (x8)
[Verse 1: Sez Batters]
We got this, I'm k**ing sh** in my rock smith
And I took this way, we hit the stage and drop off bombs like rasta
We straight up like our posture
We rock sh**, ask Sasha
Throw stones at the throne, I'mma throw a bag of bones cuz I eat emcees so proper
We mobbing out like lobsters
And wear Squarian on our shirt
Then we rock em out, then pa** em out
Til they put em up like dirt
Yea, the summer love don't last
But money was always my first
I'm a lost hand for the car crash
Thank God my phantoms, it hurts
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Freddie High]
I'm boss tip when I cause sh**
And no stripe shirt when I ball b**h
And that's raw sh** when I spit flames
Now b**hes think big chains
But I k** sh** for that pound cake
Money talk and that sound great
And I've been there and I done that
And everything you want, that sound fake
No snap back, a few tattoos
I snap back my sh** cashews
I k** sh**, get a**
That's every track that I cash through
Kings run this game so you pawns, that's your last move
I asked you it's clear
We stay reppin that square
[Hook]
[Verse 3: XV]
You always scared of admitting, that gas don't pay for a kitchen
And droppin whack a** albums that we should get paid to listen
The biggest name is a chain, the biggest clique is a whip
But I'mma bring back the lines, call that sh** Mason Dixon
Make the L7 model and now that model's my mission
My mama back on food stamps, only brought back my vision
Predators blowin up my cell, I could've broke out of prison
But when it's finally finished I'll say we finally did it
[Hook]