Intro

[Verse] I started off, I had no gain No rings, no chain Trap phone, no games Unknown, no fame Then I picked up the mic and I tore it up Now all these dead rappers wanna war with us See I flip dough, gymnastics You whack spitters all plastic My dudes, we active You niggas just chat shit You don't make dough and you can't spit You all bench, na you're not match fit Friendly before you saw Chiraq I've got tech nerds with them iMacs Don't cat my flow and don't hijack I just bun the beats and then lie back Ray-Bans, I don't see you niggas I'm real man, I can't be you niggas Gotta work hard you wan' see these figures These girls fake when I see you diggers Gucci garms but your mum's broke You don't make moves, you're a dumb joke I'm a wavy nigga, you can't float Half bitches and half notes I'm back now with that new shit Z money, two fifths Dead money, that's two clips I've got brand new money and a new bitch Don't stunt dog, you don't bury dots Sweet niggas like Jelly Tots Leave you bleeding fam and that's heavy clots Loud sound when that semi pop West 10, we got hella trees I wanna sign a deal and mash hella P's For now I'm out in these flats G Smallest on the pitch, I'm Nasri Hella tech like I'm Neymar Spray the fire, I've got Napalm I don't wanna touch the wing like Ben Arthur I'm a part time rapper, part grafter yeah