[Verse 1: GreenManJelani]
Chilling low key in the trenches
These n***as hate on me but I know they a bunch of b**hes
b**h I am The Game, I will leave you with some stitches
Margiela on my torso, but I ain't the f**ing richest
Trigger finger itching
I'm cooking in the kitchen
But I'm not making Briscuits
Scrape the f**ing bowl like I'm cleaning up the dishes
These n***as acting wimpy cuz i came from Rags To Riches
[Verse 2: Elai$]
P-p-p-pull up in the foreign and you know that sh** a rari
I might step right on your shoe and never will say sorry
Stay with the auto tune like Nessly and Pollari
Birthday coming soon and I might just throw a party
Making this money to easy
Girl sour lemon squeezy
Ibraheem rocking yeezy's
Roast your junk like Berleezy
Stay with sh** like a bu*t
I roll up a spliff and a blunt
Sorry but I had to stunt
Living my life give no f**s
[Verse 3: Sixball]
Stay with the gas, but this ain't no QuikTrip
Diamonds dripping blue, but I ain't no crip
Flow got you sailing like a f**ing pirate ship
Pull up on that hoe, but then I gotta dip
Chopper shooting straight, you can call me Hawkeye
J's on my feet, cuz I ain't no Croc guy
Ask me why I'm flying, cuz I'm so damn high
Got a lotta bread, but I ain't talking rye