Running up racks, bitch want me to stay

Tryna focus on music and stay out the way

I was bummy and popped, that was back in the day

Now I'm shitting on ****, ain't shit they could say

Dripping designer, I'm having my way

You ain't put in no pain, you ain't tapping this J

And it's back to the trapping if rapping don't pay

Love or hate me, I'm him at the end of the day

Know I'm gon' sin, but a **** still pray

I ain't sipping on liquor, I'm pouring up Quay

Get dropped on a ****, post up where he stay

I'm like Bond, number 9, how I up it and spray

Carrying thunder, I'm feeling like Shai

They don't know how it feel when the skies always gray

Told Brodie stay down, I'ma put him in play

Now the whole team eating this shit like a buffet

Rick Owens, my fit, back then I ain't fit in

I'm having that shit, ain't been broke in a minute

A **** not telling me nothing 'cause it's slide or provide, and I'm doing both, **** stop dissing

I'll hop in that car and push shit to the limit

Run down gang, we ain't doing no missing

And a bitch not telling me nothing 'cause I'm running up money on dawgs, I ain't doing no tricking

Before all this rap, I was lacking like shit

I won't go in no club without packing the grip

And a **** done came a long way from the bottom, I'm standing on business, real having this shit

I ain't touch me a mil, why the fuck would I chill?

And my name holding weight like I'm king of the hill

Nowadays **** die just for keeping it real

I ain't going like that, why I got it concealed

Running up racks, bitch want me to stay

Tryna focus on music and stay out the way

I was bummy and popped, that was back in the day

Now I'm shitting on ****, ain't shit they could say

Dripping designer, I'm having my way

You ain't put in no pain, you ain't tapping this J

And it's back to the trapping if rapping don't pay

Love or hate me, I'm him at the end of the day

Know I'm gon' sin, but a **** still pray

I ain't sipping on liquor, I'm pouring up Quay

Get dropped on a ****, post up where he stay

I'm like Bond, number 9, how I up it and spray

Carrying thunder, I'm feeling like Shai

They don't know how it feel when the skies always gray

Told Brodie stay down, I'ma put him in play

Now the whole team eating this shit like a buffet