Aight we gon' do this in one take
Right, right, look
Yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo yo
Aight let's go, I'm good, levels is right
Check, uh, yo
When I leave the booth it's looking like cigar smoke
Labels giving advances, well that's a hard no
I need to whip it fast, Murciélago
But gotta copp it cash, I ain't trying to pay a car note
Grew my hair in 2020, women love it now
They loved the waves, caressing my braids, I'll never cut it now
Imma invest in Pateks, at least a hundred thou
Word in the hood, you owe niggas money then give the run around
You better pay it back and slide that bread off
Or they'll let off a couple of bullets and take your head off
Don't worry bout what real niggas doing, just get your thread off
On Twitter acting bitter with bitches if Gunna pled or
Not, trust me I ain't afraid to say shit
Punk pussy nerds running Editorial Playlists
Never grew up in rap or hip hop, but moving culture?
Y'all got beat up in school then y'all rebranded to vultures?
What the f*ck is up? Y'all f*cking up, I think y'all f*cking suck
Don't really f*ck with none of y'all rappers I only f*ck with Russ
She suck and f*ck, but back to y'all motherf*cks y'all be f*cking cucks
I'll f*ck y'all up, y'all singing on every song, y'all sound f*cking nuts
Gratuitous cursing, I'm sorry
I'm playing chess while y'all niggas still passing Atari
She chose me, over the corny dude gassing Ferraris
This girl is bad, book smart and her ass is like Ari's
Real niggas show my music love, what up though
What up Parks, salute Ice, what up Ish, what up Joe
I'm too dope, a double entendre's coming, no pump fakes
2DopeBoyz, gets the genre bumping, what up Shake
I don't care about a co-sign from celebrities
Well not the ones who starve for attention and lack integrity
Y'all publications posts are from blogs who lack the pedigree
And ethically, they ruin the culture, ain't built the equity
You see the clear pictures I'm painting
It's only dudes that can't rap that will tell you I'm hating
It's only dudes that can't rap that be bitching complaining
You'd be nice if you did writing drills and your training
I signed a pub deal when I was 22
Didn't even get any money I was a petty fool
Good thing they dropped me after handing in the second song
Now I ain't bonded to contracts, I got my weapons drawn
Only signing deals if it's Hov, still gotta own my music
Supporting black labels and ventures, keep our shit exclusive
The leeches in our culture get rid and reduce them
They making off our backs and they don't even do shit
I'm coming up, I feel '95 Jay
Was in the lab for three months, wrote like 95 days
So many problems, how I got them? Probably 99 ways
Leave a massacre with the .50 St. Valentine's Day
Blades, nigga
Ha ha ha ha ha
That's why niggas can't f*ck with Ryan Blades, baby