[Verse: YK Marc]
All these n***as claim I can't spit, these n***as lame
Carry lots of Ben Franks on me, yeah I ain't the same
I used to deal now I'm high as hell and I'm fly as hell
Ride around in a Benz smoking hella dope
Pop a lot of Xans, man, I got a lot of bands, man
My pockets got a [?], 'Sace on my wrist, so cold
f** your b**h from an angle, n***a, I don't do [?], f** n***a
I'm smoking on these damn Backwoods, let's pour up a four
All these b**hes in my phone, they all fire
All these Jersey n***as goofy, all I rock is Gucci
All these Xans making me so god damn loopy
All this sh**'s a lifestyle, with my gang, yeah, that's a lifestyle
All I want is pounds of that loud
All I smoke is Gucci, all these f** n***as goofy
Don't f** with gang, we on that take and don't pay
I ain't giving you sh**, my n***a, 'til I get paid
Call your girl my new bae, I'm up in the studio
Sipping on some new drank, on my tree dank
Pull up at the bank, skrrt skrrt, pick up Ben Franks
[?] my [?] insane, me and my squad smoking hella dank
Think a new move, that's every day, smoking every day
We smoking every day, we smoking every day
f** what anybody say, pull up to my j**eler, got a new lane
Try to take my ice, then, n***a watch that 40 bang
Go into the mall, let it all rain
In my new foreign, yeah your b**h she giving brain
All these damn haters, n***a, don't look at them the same
Spent a few thousand on the roof, my n***as shoot then move
Put you in a place, like a brand new [?]
I'm a young rich n***a, I'm so smooth
Riding off in a coupe, riding in a Benz, drop the roof
Got it off the roof, dressing in designer shoes, we've got to move
Got to get this money, n***a, you a f**ing dummy
Going through all these Ben Franks like it's nothing
Pull up on your b**h, then you know I'm stunting
All this money is too much, now it feels like it's nothing
[Outro: YK Marc]
It's your boy Young King Marc, man
f** out of here all these f**ing goofy a** Jersey rappers
Stunting on these haters