[Chorus: Demko, Royce Da 5'9"]
Pick a bag, any bag
I been in deep as a maniac
I had big dreams and I went and made it fact
And what god gave I will never give it back
What you want? what you have?
You better make it quick I’m a busy man
And the homies boutta slide like a mini van
Can he spit? Yes he can
[Verse 1: Demko, Royce Da 5'9"]
They really don’t know who he is
The kind of guy to line up for 2 just to
Go for the win
Getting mad, never holding it in
Someone hand me that joint like a wrist and I’m gone with the wind
And haters try to cut off my growth like a cyst
But I’m back with a respawn
My money short, talent belong
When it's prime time, put D on
And you don’t wanna know who’s next
Taking aim at the game playing 4D chess
And by day, trying to keep my Queen relaxed
And every night trying to keep those kings in check
And I’m just trynna get respect
I’m up next like the man taking cuts on deck
And my checks getting bigger as the fans invest
And my pockets can’t hold ‘em when I come collect
And now what I want I go get
They’re waiting trynna drag me down I don’t quit
If I stumble and it don’t work out, it’s no sweat
Stay cool, like a standup bass, I don’t fret
Cuz even when they talk their shit it don’t matter
I keep throwing heat till I’m beating the next batter
I’m thinking that you wanna take a step back
Cuz I’m a step up and you’re a step ladder, bitch
I’m always telling myself if I don’t die the greatest, I’ll be in the convo
I’ve leveled up so many times that I’ve had to go get me a whole ‘nother console
I’m making my family a legacy, I just be setting these raps on the ground floor
But I'ma be flyer than Superman
Tell me then what should I stay on the ground for?
I've been going searchin' for intense girls, twerkin' in the [?]
I was born cursed as a prince, born cursed within a print world
I'm a little more left to center than the rest of sinners, a representer
Now I enter, there may be a little more comin' outta your lady, the rest is in her
I'm a king, y'all are not
God made me to a juggernaut
I'm amazing, y'all sorta hot
Y'all afraid of me to call the cops
You can't embarrass me, Royce Da 5'9" and Derek, see
Screw your top 10 and cherish me
The new Rakim and Eric B
And we the new MJ and Larry B
A dream team, hotter than some kerosine
You’re ain’t a barber, then you don’t touch a hair on me
Cuz I been finding rapper easier than therapy
They don't compare to me, they mimic the energy
Ear a miss, Jason they pretend to be
Built like the Egyptian pyramids
With great faith in the assembly
Y’all just assimilate, letting your tv manipulate
Feeding you thoughts that you imitate
The internet making you easy to imitate
MMA screens in as [?]
LeBron when I ball like
Inside of the car, brown but it's all white
Life alright, got a short fuse and a tall wife
Walkin' through with her in the mall like
[Chorus: Demko, Royce Da 5'9", Both]
Pick a bag, shit, any bag
I been in deep as a maniac
I had big dreams and I went and made it fact
And what god gave I will never give it back
What you want? what you have?
You better make it quick I’m a busy man
And the homies boutta slide like a mini van
Can he spit? Yes he can
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yes he can
