NO HOOK

[Intro]

Yeah ho, yeah ho

Yeah ho, yeah ho

Let me talk my shit, ayy

Let me talk my shit, ayy

Let me talk my shit

[Verse]

You see me on the stage, I seen you muggin' from the audience

You say you hold the steel, but you ain't finna pull it are you bitch

You can do it too mane, why you hating, make your own moves

Split on all your partners, y'all be faking on what y'all gon do

Rodney Mullen how I keep my balance on these fools

A zombie walk, the speed y'all on, when challenging you fools

You stealing sauce just to get your fans to listen

Damn I feel like Ichiro in a little league scrimmage

It's sink or swim in these waters, I'm doing laps round the arena

Throwing dough outside the window, doin' donuts in a Beamer

You doggy paddle to the check, I'm breaststroking to that bag

Michael Phelps to the money, while y'all sleeping on y'all ass

I'm good in different sections I got spots like it's Monopoly

You ain't no real fan, just want your paws on my commodities

They copy off my quality, but it don't really bother me

My girl look like a model, she on me like she was off a bean

If you not speaking on some money your number gon get forgotten

I don't care what the offer, I got 100 other options

In the cut, running shit up, fuckin' up nothing but all of my ends up

Rich is in my name like what the fuck you thought the plan was

I need designer cleats cause I'ma run it til the death of me

And I never lose, I'm feelin' sorry for my enemies

I'm runnin'shit, going zero to infinity

They callin' you a mini-me, I'm sorry bout your feelings g

If you prayin' on my downfall you can hold my whole dick

Hop the fuck outside my lane cause I'm not slowing down for shit

You lames stay twitter talking but be living pacifist

I'm Bruce Lee with these hands, boy don't make me pass a fist

Fetish for the flexin', veggie omelette for the breakfast

Here to strap a muzzle on these peons barking all reckless

Ooh, and I don't hold a lot of weapons

But if you want the pressure we can piece it up like Tetris

I used to rock them chains that leave them rashes on my neck

I chase a bag until my legs fall out, you passing up the check

Although my mama isn't here, she up watchin' all over me

She told me get it on my own and to never trust the police

I walk with extra cover cause I know how it get cold at night

I'm pimpin' with the stick, bitch I pull up like it's Dolemite

Only speaking factual whether it's on or off a mic

I step up on the scene and watch they jaws get to droppin' like

"Damn folk did you just wash them shits today?"

And I said "Fuck no baby I went and bought them shits today"

If I ain't had it then I bought it, if I can't buy it then I rob it

Living broke was not an option, had to get it how I got it

[Outro]

Jason Rich on the beat, bitch