I ain't holding back

**** knowin that

I got shit to prove now and you knowin that

I got shit to lose now ain't no goin back

We the ones who got the wave and we controlling that

(TRENDSETTER)

I told you keep it low key but you're too geeked

We tried to fit you in the car but we too deep

We tried sneaking out the club but they know it's me

I got the white girls geeked up off the Coca leaf

I let my lyrics tell these **** who they 'posed to be

I turn around and watch my back to see who close to me

See death approaching me

I spray it til it overheat

No issue

No problemo

If we ain't fucking wit you we keep it that simple

If I wanted fake **** 'round

I'd prolly ride around in a limo

And not the two-seat mayonnaise-coloured Benzo

I used to ride around in the shade as a minnow

And now I'm gettin paid, bustin make plays

Bumpin Hendo'

Used to be the **** overlooked

Now I'm poppin out, fans got they hands on the window

I told you keep it low key but you're too geeked

We tried to fit you in the car but we too deep

We tried sneaking out the club but they know it's me

I got the white girls geeked up off the Coca leaf

I let my lyrics tell these **** who they 'posed to be

I turn around and watch my back to see who close to me

See death approaching me

I spray it til it overheat

I want the front-end before I get the back-end

Took too long for the payment now I'm taxing

They want my throne

I ain't beefin with no rap friend

Good dollars in my pocket

Kodie gotta bring them racks in

Throw the mag in and learn to bring them hats in

You just a soldier, then learned to be the captain

I done seen real life shit that you couldn't even go to sleep tonight and imagine

I send a hit through insider trading

You hear the verses, see the swag, it's amazing

I bring the blitz through

Prolly make em cave in

I took a chance on this life

Rolled the dice now they blazing

Putting work in now my life a vacation

Putting work in made my own motivation

Putting work in made a new conversation

Putting work in late night dedication

Feeling blocked in late night in the basement

Moving top-ten even though my name was faceless

Still hit a home-run batting in the cages

Three tapes

Locked in

Feelin out the bases

Tryna hit a grand slam

Pull up in an old-school Cutlass or the Trans-Am

Used to cruise around in a bucket with the whole fam

Now we pull up Cutlass

Block the road

Have the hoes follow close in a Can-Am

I told you keep it low key but you're too geeked

We tried to fit you in the car but we too deep

We tried sneaking out the club but they know it's me

I got the white girls geeked up off the Coca leaf

I let my lyrics tell these **** who they 'posed to be

I turn around and watch my back to see who close to me

See death approaching me

I spray it til it overheat

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