Lirik
[Intro]
I don't talk loud to be heard
I move different to be felt
Real impact don't come with noise, it come with presence
(Hit Fanatics)
[Verse 1]
Who gon' pick me up if I ever fall?
Feel like all by myself, I'm better off
I ain't never needed help, I'm forever raw
Updated my GPS to a better roll
I'm all the way one hundred, don't expect nothin' less, though
A felon with my weapon out
Losses and pain that come with the game, I accept it all
Cushion, they hella soft, pussy putting, won't step at all
You bitch **** know what the fuck I'm on, I'll let it off (Baow, baow)
You can play crazy if you wanna
You'll get made out examples
Them K's I can handle, with a brand-new drum under that bitch like it's a sample
Let that iron talk for a minute, Devon Campbell
Money in the vault, I been ballin', I got handles
I've been takin' off, got these fuck **** in shambles
So up, ****, can't land now
Fuck 'em all, they against me
But them **** too flimsy, they pockets too empty
Better know my reach long like the armspan of Wembsly
And all your muscle gone like the Arm & Hammer empty
Though my life a movie, none of this is scripted
Innocent 'til I'm guilty, pay my lawyer charge, he whipped it
Brand-new R8, I drift it, bitch with me a gypsy
Burning flower, eucalyptic, with a switch moving swiftly
Everything futuristic like Yung LA
Pockets extra sloppy, need Ozempic, they overweight (From them foenem case)
Stopped askin' God, "Why me?" Told myself, "Why not me?" (Mm)
I'm built for this shit, even a glitch couldn't stop me
I ain't average, pussy **** know I'm havin', but won't try me
MAC 11 in Dallas, shoot this bitch like I'm Kyrie, yeah
[Instrumental]
(Hit Fanatics)
Written by: TEC

