Bands in bag when I hop out the whip
Got played so many I know all tricks
Feet sturdy in the floor I ain't going trip
Coughed on the mic so my bars come out sick
If I'm coming then I'm Running anytime I hear a beat
Only getting better and that what matter to me
Hating cause my flow is unique
Trying yalls best to get in between
With the drama taking bout my mama
If I drop a record on you ima get the commas
Running the beat now my side hurt
Fire in the bones like I'm ghost rider
Ima make it for bro's I'ma make it for the fam
Making for the city and ima be the man
Making a statement with my fist raised high
God works his ways I hope he replies
Y'all be lying in y'all captions with them fake actions
Anytime my mic turn on I hear my passion
Grinding day and night what even is relaxing
No determination that's what I'm sick of
Punch u in the chest make it look like a hiccup
If you call my phone I ain't going pick up
You know it's d-lite when the beat hit when the snare clap
When I come back
Gauntlet on when I snap
You said sum better run it back
Cause ion like when people talk behind backs
Cause y'all dissing in lines
All sneaks no name needed
Stay conceited
Mad cause I ain't been defeated
If I call someone out they name ain't leaving
For a while bars long like the Nile
Leave me mad and sad no smiles
Making music I like so you like
Swing on a g you miss and get out like a third strike
Y'all stay hating on my bars but my views still climbing
Getting cash by rhyming don't mean I stop grinding
Deal is 30k I ain't leavin my bro's I ain't signing
Getting to the blue checks but where my blue check
Write til my brain dead and I see sweat
I know I know y'all ain't going say my name
Y'all just attention and a LIL fame
Starting rumors but you state facts
Cleaning the game now I gotta dirty rag
Always been trying to get to the racks
Cause you know I always stay in my bag
Aye!