Yeah

(Backup plan, I'm a scientist)

Yeah

I see you **** tryna take the formula and make cornier

I'm onto ya (see what y'all **** doin')

Don't make me call shorty up, he pick his .40 up (put that in, homie)

Shootin' your corner up, send you for a ride with the coroner

(Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Cake pilin', spent the last two days countin'

Invested in the real estate and made safe houses

Same block where I had a K, wildin'

I made thousands, I could take my bricks and make a Ye mountain

Open my garage door and pull a Wraith out (see me, bitch?)

Puerto Rican bitches love me like I'm J Balvin

Versace drawers, nah, bitch, these ain' Calvin's

Militant mind, I'm the modern day Mao

Im the **** that they doubted

I created my own lane on these ****

Now my lane crowded (get out my lane)

And I ain't even drop a album

But the flow polished like the **** on his eighth album (machine, bitch)

Ah, on Doe Street, I used to move an O a day

You can't take my chains, boy, my jewels don't go away

You can't name a dude that flow today that's fuckin' 'wit me

Just think, Everybody is F.O.O.D. was a throwaway (that was light)

Everything I touch, this shit is classic

Call the plug, get the package, then get in traffic

Already sold half it before I ripped the plastic (talk to 'em)

Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum

We with the action, your favorite rapper, I will smack him

Then have his head spinnin' backwards, then spin a backwoods

Shootin' like Dame Dolla, I'm hittin' baskets

I'm in the booth spittin' gasses, get your matches, ****

And you suckers knowin' what's up

You get a shit bag when I'm dumpin' low with the pump

(Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Who the hardest in the streets?

Motherfucker, you know it's us

I ain't bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front

Motherfucker

Yeah, ****