They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Okay, if it's too hot then bounce
Man I just weighed an ounce
And I just blazed that down
I might just make a sound
Bad it up, bad it up
Take man's crown
D-d-d-d-d-d letting off rounds
Like a whistle in the wind I'm heard around town
Speech, every day channel my chi
Every day stacking my p
Not every day doing up the feed
Preach, do it for the family tree
Blessed indefinitely
Stand with style and ease
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Fuego hot like jalapenos
Puff puff pass to my amigos
Never clouded by the clout
Schmoney dancing on the d-low
Throw them benjy's in the air
F*ck it, life is a casino
Father died I shed a tear
Reaper came back for his repo
Had to, bury my pride realize I'm for the people
Between you and I this is all I find meaningful
You can only serve one master
It's either good or evil
Every day another choice, but don't let time deceive you
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
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They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Okay, if it's too hot then bounce
Man I just weighed an ounce
And I just blazed that down
I might just make a sound
Bad it up, bad it up
Take man's crown
D-d-d-d-d-d letting off rounds
Like a whistle in the wind I'm heard around town
Speech, every day channel my chi
Every day stacking my p
Not every day doing up the feed
Preach, do it for the family tree
Blessed indefinitely
Stand with style and ease
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Fuego hot like jalapenos
Puff puff pass to my amigos
Never clouded by the clout
Schmoney dancing on the d-low
Throw them benjy's in the air
F*ck it, life is a casino
Father died I shed a tear
Reaper came back for his repo
Had to, bury my pride realize I'm for the people
Between you and I this is all I find meaningful
You can only serve one master
It's either good or evil
Every day another choice, but don't let time deceive you
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Okay, if it's too hot then bounce
Man I just weighed an ounce
And I just blazed that down
I might just make a sound
Bad it up, bad it up
Take man's crown
D-d-d-d-d-d letting off rounds
Like a whistle in the wind I'm heard around town
Speech, every day channel my chi
Every day stacking my p
Not every day doing up the feed
Preach, do it for the family tree
Blessed indefinitely
Stand with style and ease
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Fuego hot like jalapenos
Puff puff pass to my amigos
Never clouded by the clout
Schmoney dancing on the d-low
Throw them benjy's in the air
F*ck it, life is a casino
Father died I shed a tear
Reaper came back for his repo
Had to, bury my pride realize I'm for the people
Between you and I this is all I find meaningful
You can only serve one master
It's either good or evil
Every day another choice, but don't let time deceive you
They can't pattern my steeze
All night countin up cheese
All day with it in the booth
Sensei wrapping up leaves
Turn it up 100 degrees
Turn it up 100 degrees
Gotta get under presha
If it's too hot then leave
Writer: Tim Ajayi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid