[Verse 1: TK] It's Go hard or go home Life is a b**h so im trynna keep a bo*er till my grim weeper come So i f**k the beat up With no protection Ya'll can stay watchin' boy im heir to the throne uhh Im sickle with this sh** Like the boy been ill Since the last time malé and palé shunned safe s** Receiving late night texts from ur ex Tellin' me to come Rub-her cause she knows am smooth like latex She's an ol habit Guess the karats on the watch attract the bunnies boy I'm lavish But f**k with my team i'll leave u in a comma Knock leaves off ur family tree like it was October Move over Una never ready like a born again chic tryna give her first becky Boys are not smiling so the swagg is unfriendly So that b**h follow me home then on Toby_Kehinde And she Give me medulla oblongata Men hakuna matata who hotter? Your rappers singing sweet sh** on that lullaby Ya'll belong in piñata, Probably think u on my level ol boy u jones like indiana...Rahh My music got more substance than an element Intricate, intellect, metaphors piece of cake It's a new movement You other boys gettin' left over like broccoli on a dinner plate...hey!! [Verse 2: ATello (Favorite College Kids)] Racks for the buckle Stacks for the knuckle Chef on the yacht and he rolling that tobacco Its drastic times, I got my mind on the plastic Like nasty nas, tony told me stillmatic Trap in the attic Gat for the gadget Batman b**h I got a black automatic New boy on the block Bxxxh watchu want Got the suit on DoubleM fly, aurevoir Talking Dupont money NewYork money Stay scheming hoe No look warm money Whooo! Whoo! We jingling baby BadBoy Tello its all about the Benjamins baby Im in ya city mof' Like Diddy mof' F-C-K i be that pretty mof' Ohhh sxxt Said they got some mo chics Said they got some mo liquor And they tryna blow sxxt Like TICK! TICK! BOOM! [Verse 3: QG (Favorite College Kids)] Watch me unravel my thoughts Watch me spill out my feelings So I don't give a f** what u thought Ill be on my way to my millions Ill be on my way to da dealership Way to dat Philly sh** Heavy on the waist Man U thought I was a k**er, b**h Six figure n***a Get in my mind state All dem chicks want a n***a But they all talking nonsense Get rich live life Broke is in a past tense I got ur rent on my lens My life is everlasting I speak that money dialect I speak like I'm on rhymefest No time for the nonsense Ur favorite rapper past tense n***as is like b**hes Hating is all spite U bubble like u hot But y'all cold Y'all sprite My b**hes is all dikes I just do it I'm so Nike I'm Christian Dior like I'm pissing u off right?