Intro Yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea yea It'll only take one second and then it's over Life is over, never let your guard down n***a' n***a's shot up the way, the precinct said it's the Lord house Shooters said it's just four walls with some faith in it Seen us, targeted and he sprayed in it Flip work, I'm the perfect courier Records don't sell, I make it hot like Ebola Leaches spreadin' all these foul rumors I'm eatin' c*nt shell in the Aruba Aphrodisiacs skybox with binoculars While the Feds watchin' us with the same binoculars Feindin' for that triple fat goose Almost got shot for my starter jacket comin' from school Shout out to Double XL, Complex Mag Source magazine, Vibe money's in the bag It was all a dream, now we got money Now we got money, now we got money Zero gravity seats in the Bentley truck Cops wanna' hit me up just like Walter Scott I'ma shootin' for that king the street spot My foreign cleaner than a fiend that's in detox Your raps really don't matter You need bars [?] called John Taffer My climb to the top I need a long ladder with a long clip And I don't trust nobody out my own clique The devil everywhere in the industry Satanic n***a's drinkin' blood with my enemies, they all a bunch of frenemy's k**in' every n***a' in sight k**in' every rapper in sight Outro Quit playin' n***a' k** y'all n***a's man sh** man Know the Feds listenin' though You what I mean? So we gonna' play it smart IG gangsters you know what I mean that's what y'all are IG gangsters man See if you like that in real life shorty Ha ha ha