The Source

EK, EK, ah This that R1 circle finesse Back of the net (ah) Run through the crowd, I'II be back in a sec Get the stadium lit Did club shows, I want stadium shit (ayy, ayy) Click clack, every single day for the clique Y'all wouldn't even last a single day in this bitch Cream of the crop, gon' remain the pic 'Til I pick it apart and set flames to the pitch (let's go, let's go, let's go) Like how amazin' it is (uh) Shit hits the fan, now they blamin' this kid But this kid's got temper Trapped in this tiny world So close to his goals like Kappa Roast mash, salt and pepper Eatin' better June is a ting, but April bettеr Not boo'd up so I made no Ella Count my blessings, eight's or bеtter (yeah, yeah) Easy come, easy go Man got it under control Came a long way from the road Mud prints every single place that I go You don't phase me at all (never) Know I'm down for the cause 'Round my way, I get a round of applause But I'm roundin' them up, gettin' rowdy as fuck (ah) If you want front page, get it straight from the sauce So, who keepin' the score? Budda, it's a little one-sided Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (boom) Ghost mode, you should try it (ha) We don't have no alliance (man are not, not) Dem man there, they liars Tell them 'bout they heads Real kings move in silence So, who keepin' the score? Budda, it's a little one-sided Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (boom) Ghost mode, you should try it (ha) We don't have no alliance (man are not, not) Dem man there, they liars Tell them 'bout they heads Real kings move in silence No collect call, that ain't your brodie, boy (man are not, not) Leave your G shocked, roll 'em for his rollie, boy (gimme him) No cross, I'm unholy, boy Ol' man, you don't know me, boy (ah) I'm too lit for this real talk, my budda, I live for this 'Nother day, another show, keep a brother on the road This a dream come true, what a gift it is (preach) Ain't really one for the small talk More staunch, no fucks given, goin' to court walk Never see you in court because you all talk (nah-nah) Caught you outside with your boys, budda, you all talk My guys in and out like the burger joint Profesh, in and out when they burg' a joint (Haha, I had to) Anyway, kid, I done did it That's just how I'm livin' I know you know better But you do not listen See dem man there, talk shit about them man there So, tell me why them man there So, who keepin' the score? Budda, it's a little one-sided Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (boom) Ghost mode, you should try it (ha) We don't have no alliance (man are not, not) Dem man there, they liars Tell them 'bout they heads Real kings move in silence So, who keepin' the score? Budda, it's a little one-sided Dij bala, gettin' a hidin' (boom) Ghost mode, you should try it (ha) We don't have no alliance (man are not, not) Dem man there, they liars Tell them 'bout they heads Real kings move in silence You wanna go?