All day... grind mode

All shade... no convo

Get money... pronto

God king... el diablo

Standup rappers comical

Body blows abdominal

They like domino, crash and burn

Pros dont roll witta amateur

Not dope? not a fan a urs

See me climbin, has to burn

Repeat, they be like damn it works

Catchin feelins, has to hurt

Lose my number, lost yours

Features fee's gone cost more

No longer, my growin hunger

So stronger, iron monger

Iron lung with bicep armor

Cyro froze, I'ma call for summer

Winter solider, tell me who colder

Whipper snappers, im 10 yrs older

Ugh... call the gods to the big table

Call it off less you won go and get fatal

Wita boss take a loss do the kid favors

Pop off and get tossed that's a bit fable

All I ever wanted was 100 now I got it

All these negros stuntin not 100 need to stop it

I got it, I get it, I want it, I grab it

You want it, you didnt, you waited

I have it

**** be rappin baby

Man you cant stop these **** from rap its crazy

All a this wack shit lately startin to change me

**** be rappin baby

Man you cant stop these **** from rap its crazy

All a this wack shit lately startin to change me

I gota go and get that bag

I gota go and get that bag

I gota go and get that bag

Cuz you know i want this shit that bad

I gota go and get that bag

I gota go and get that bag

I gota go and get that bag

Cuz you know i want this shit that bad

Dope boy cuz I got the key

Open doors no cops to stop me

Hip hop it got me, like cupid shot me

Thats stupid prolly but I knew it had me

Rappers wana battle me

I aint gota prove shit now the muthafucka actin mad at me

Hittem wita flawless fatality

It hada be the drugs gota **** comin after Gene

Jealousy prolly has to be, for no reason

Im breathing its sad to see

A grown man wana benefit crashin me

Gone be another casualty

Where i gota call the homie gota go and get the gasoline

Take a ride to a lake, crash the V

Stash the keys, call the guy... blood to clean

And thats fiction to some degree but go ahead and try and fuck wit me

On a thursday type of shit i dont need

If he dies then he dies like apollo creed

He gone cry in the car wit his pops and flee

You a bird how da fuck you gone flock wit kings

Cop the wings get the sauce go out there and get the bread

All the cheese, all the greens all the gwap

It dont stop til we shop for fees