These rappers’ like Tesla ain’t no point in gassing em

They don’t wanna test me cause I skip class on em

I need, big bags checks on me like Kaepernick

Oh you big mad, watching all this happen and I just

Sit back

They cannot keep up with me

Cannot compete with the team

Feel like I’m curry from three

(Curry from three, yuh yuh yuh)

Don’t hit my line when it’s busy

Heard you been catching the Z’s

Sleeping was never my thing

(Never my thing)

Yeah I’m bout to blow dog

You needa stay out my lane, ima road hog

Yeah

I thought I told y’all

I ain’t playing games, but I got a cheat code on

Yeah

What you call that?

Got it on lock, but y’all all cap

Please don’t call me

I got a lot people counting on me

So I cannot fail

I know real ones in the field

Making plays like NFL

And I’m here dog

Tryna make a name

And the city that I’m from don’t love me any way

Anyway tho

I need chips like frito lay

I got hits that’s on the way

I could blow like any day

Any day now

They don’t wanna pay

But my time isn’t free

So get up out my face

Out my face now

I’m done tryna make friends

I’d rather make bands

I think it’s funny when I was down nobody gave me a hand

Guess It’s all part of the plan

Guess we gon see where it lands us

We tryna run us some bands up

Don’t wanna see homies in handcuffs

So I been sending my prayers up

They don’t really understand us

They don’t really understand..

Young kids with a dream, tryna get the cream

Cash rules everything that’s around me

Yeah I’m bout to blow dog

You needa stay out my lane, ima road hog

Yeah

I thought I told y’all

I ain’t playing games, but I got a cheat code on

Yeah

What you call that?

Got it on lock, but y’all all cap

Please don’t call me

I got a lot people counting on me

Yeah

Whoa

True

Yeah they know I got the cheat code

I been getting lost in the wave like Nemo

They like “where the hell did he go?”

I been with my dogs, with my dogs, yeah my people

And they counting on me to bring it back

I got real ones wit me here, I got ones across the map

Andrei sent the beat, I kill it, then you know he bring it back

You hit my line, won’t hit you back, cause you know all I speak is fax

Facts facts

(Yeah that’s facts)

Put em in a cardiac

Flat line

Yeah I am

The one that do that

I ain’t buying

Your lies

Cause we know that you cap

Those ain’t diamonds

You lying

In all your damn raps

In all your damn raps