[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
Niggas love lying for respect, uh
I'm too busy running to the check, uh
Had to get this bag to take a step, uh
Imma start the beginning of this trek, uh
When I speak I never second guess
Stacking up these Visa's at the border, playing chess
Pass all the check, I put some pep up in my step
Never ever satis'd so you better come correct
[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
I don't rap for the white POV
I say "niggas" so my niggas know it's me
I nearly crashed, add on to my assets on the last
This onе not for the cash
This like catch a drink, cheap likе Georgia
Fresh hot and black like Folgers
Ocean in my foyer, gotta open
Make her wear it everyday I woke up
[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
It may not be in the stars like NASA
Twenty bands, down to stare and don't fast for'
My ring glist' like a natural disaster
Break it down like a compound fraction
My minus sign is moving like a nuclear reactor
Experiences captured for the men who reach together
Numbers in my phone again, but that does not matter
Cut the chatter if it ain't about all of the ounces
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I ain't worried bout the others, cause they ain't me
I ain't worried bout tomorrow, cause todays here
I ain't trippin bout the past, cause it made me
I ain't worried bout a bag, cause I'm makin'
If I wasn't makin' nothing good to know I know you love me
Safe to say I'm walkin' down the street like I'm royalty
You should feel the same, step up into movin' royally
Keep my private life private, they don't even know it's me
[Refrain: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
This one not for the straights
This for my niggas that come in third place
This for my niggas that addicted to the baby
They ain't got enough bread to try to keep they mama safe, safe
Shimmy shimmy, gimme zip like
Make some money let it split like, *frrrr*
Kamikaze, lay it on my face
Hear the phone vibrate, innit *brrrr*
[Verse 5: Kevin Abstract]
I'm the fire man
Hangin' from a wire, man
Yo, rippin up the fire, damn
I ain't got no Iron Man
Fuckin like I'm Iron Man
Hit 'em with a frying pan
Think I could retire, man
These albums is my lifespan
Work ethic Weezy F. but still ain't got no Yeezys yet
Niggas treat me like I ain't shit
Go head, need to take a breath?
Go head, let the speed rest
[Outro: bearface]
Cha-ching I don't get sick of the sound
You might get run out of town
Like a flight boy, we inbound
Turn that smile to a frown
Cha-ching I don't get sick of the sound
You might get run out of town
Like a flight boy, we inbound
Turn that smile to a frown
*whistle*