[Verse 1: Faze Miyake]
Bill up the loud and I take a hit
Pour up a cup and I take a sip
Hit the stu and I make a hit
Game in my hand, man I take the piss
Baddie on me and she making hints
Chasing this money and I make it quick
It's a marathon, not a sprint
Now I can laugh at the days I was skint
'Cause I was putting weed in cling, even when I had a 9 to 5
And most of this game is fake and I ain't nuttin like these guys
They say I sound like the truth, well I do not like to lie
I'll probably be fucking shit up even when I'm like 95
[Verse 2: Wiley]
I've been doing this since '94
And my gyal don't want me to wear a condom, guess why? 'Cause she likes it raw
Topcat stylе when I slide indoors
For the D, shе's catting
I come t'ru, do the job, no chatting
I told her "I'm gonna do this Crack City label with my own backing"
Racks on racks on racks
Tracks on track on tracks
If I call my old school plug for the Cali', it's gonna be packs on packs
Man draw for the Grey Goose on ice
Bring 'em on back to back
When it comes down to the riddims, we're giving 'em slaps on slaps
[Hook: Faze Miyake]
Just another day in the office
I don't do gossip
I just love profit
And I'm a hot topic
Wake up and boss shit
She loves to top it
Looking all exotic
She's so erotic
Bill up a rocket
Black out like I'm gothic
I was never dossing
Got myself popping
Just another day in the office
I don't do gossip
I just love profit
And I'm a hot topic
Wake up and boss shit
She loves to top it
Looking all exotic
She's so erotic
Bill up a rocket
Black out like I'm gothic
I was never dossing
Got myself popping
[Verse 3: Faze Miyake]
Came from the underground
I was real down but I'm up now
Man try study my moves then go give advice on Clubhouse
Yeah we on top now
Couldn't put me on no lockdown
And I cannot rest if I ain't work hard, I gotta get gwop now
And I do not hang about, paper chasing, bro it's amazing
Stuck to my guns and they are big ones, nobody brought Faze in
Big zoot blazing
Make my own beats, I don't need no placement
Really on greatness
Really love brown girls and I like grey tings
[Verse 4: Wiley]
Yeah, I love the born in April, born in May tings
Dem gyal who wanna trap man, round here won't get no ratings
Open the ting and it smells like paint but a man weren't painting
I told dons but some of them dons and them man were hating
Back road sliding, I'm avoiding feds
I got about fifteen years on me, no peds
She was like "Babe, you're acting bookey, draw for the meds"
I ain't gonna judge nobody round here, I walk with the dead spirits
[Hook: Faze Miyake]
Just another day in the office
I don't do gossip
I just love profit
And I'm a hot topic
Wake up and boss shit
She loves to top it
Looking all exotic
She's so erotic
Bill up a rocket
Black out like I'm gothic
I was never dossing
Got myself popping
Just another day in the office
I don't do gossip
I just love profit
And I'm a hot topic
Wake up and boss shit
She loves to top it
Looking all exotic
She's so erotic
Bill up a rocket
Black out like I'm gothic
I was never dossing
Got myself popping
[Outro: Faze Miyake]
Yeah we got ourselves popping man
It's gonna stay that way forever, yeah
Trust me, self made, yeah
Big Wil, Faze Miyake Productions, let's go
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