Trim the Fat

[Intro: Flee Lord]

Okay

Brrrrrr

Okay

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Lord, lord!

[Verse: Flee Lord]

My mic on 10

The ice on swim

Started when I pull up, (drr, drr, drr), ya life gon' end (get ’em)

Rolling up the [?]

Controlling all my anger

Show love in the club to some total fucking strangers (what's good, whoa?)

Focus on the paper

Was broke but now I cake up

Third eye shining, I was woke before the wake up

The fame was right there

I'm slanging white [?]

It’s Dior on my [?]

No more changing Nike Airs

The oxtail is roast, the cocktail is potent

Grew up in the slums, block near the ocean

Hardest in the street, chargеs getting beat

MAC and enginе, new Draco on the seat

Get it how you live

Admit it how you live

Pain or the power

Yeah, we bang over hours

Ain't no lane for a coward

Bentley looking sweet, but the Range Rover looking sour

Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars

I don't think y'all heard what I just said

Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars

[Interlude: Flee Lord]

I lost a motherfucking business and mad friends

But guess what?

All the real righteous still here with me

See, you gotta trim the fat

That's what the fuck I just did

I trimmed the fat

And that's why we winning

Aye!

[Chorus x2]

Money from the block block, 'til the pot, now we gon' cash some cheques

First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect

Don’t get stretched

Don’t get stretched

First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect

[Verse: Stove God Cooks]

Got the work synchronized swimming in the pot

Alexander footprint on the block

Put it on the flame, melt it down, drop the ice in, watch it float up to the top

I ain't talkin’ on the phone, you niggas hot

I ain't talkin' -- ahem, fuck it

You ain't ’bout the shit that I'm on

You ain't 'bout the shit my guys on

All smoke, out electric car, shooter hanging out the Porsche Taycan

Lease low, then ya die long

Show my nigga how to stretch a pylon

Told 'em, "gotta keep ya eye on it, or you'll fuck the bands up, now ya Dylan" (haha)

Tell 'em hatin' niggas pipe down

I'm the one that all the hype 'round

Rich nigga, iced out

They had the power, now they lights out

[Interlude: Stove God Cooks]

Hahaaa

Big Stove

[Chorus x2]

Money from the block block, 'til the pot, now we gon' cash some cheques

First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect

Don't get stretched

Don't get stretched

First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect