(Yeah, yeah)
(Chop, chop, chop, chop)
I gotta mind the gap
Been in my bag so I don't got the time to cap
Duffel bag hang by the strap
Bankroll on my dresser for
When they just look at you stone cold
Too much willpower i won't fold
Looked into the mirror just looking for answers
Bitch imma panther, this for wakanda
Do this for my mama
Shoutout to queens, 63rd drive
Can't kill the vibe
Time is my dime on the rhymes
Niggas soul searching my lyrics to see what they find
Pen be the clearest when rep on the line
GAMB in this bitch make yo card hit decline
I toss it up and just leave it to God
Is you coming or not, you decide
I wanna know, if you really be rollin' with me
I need to know
I wanna know, if you really be rollin' with me
I need to know