Yes sir

Edn3rd

(G-E-D!) my boy G-E-D cold in mud

From the 6-1-8 to the 7-1-8, we out here

I decided I'ma call it from the beat drop

That's how we gon' do it

Ha, we gon' switch it up a little bit, yeah, (hey, G)

These rappers is rookies

I get the queen first like some Oreo cookies

I spit up a cuss, I don't know where the hook is

They gon' overlook me, 'til they overbook me

Then it won't be time for y'all money, done took it

I do this for queens, my friend hattin' in Brooklyn

Plus that and they lovin' the raps that I'm cookin'

But that's on the hot seat of rap game, I shook it

Soon as I entered it, this is foreshadowing

Since it was written, you know that it's happenin'

Blockin' the path to my riches is hazardous

'Cause I be doin' the dash, I'm in traffic, bitch

Slow me down, get you caught like it's PC

But you can't get nothin' from me, bitch, believe me

Ain't get a "come" when y'all **** was eatin'

So don't hit my lami and my lady feastin'

Gang on the same time and not in agreement

They need no shit It harder than that D-G-E shit

They hear all the tracks they ain't wanna do remix

But y'all **** trashin' y'all cat through the speakers

Please get that fraudulent shit from around me a counterfeit

Hundreds and fifties, I count big amounts of it

I want success, I want mom, I'ma proud of

This short shake redemption, I been through a lot of shit

These rappers is rookies

I get the queen first like some Oreo cookies

I spit up a cuss, I don't know where the hook is

They gon' overlook me 'til they overbook me

There won't be time for y'all, money done took it

I do this for Queensborough, Manhattan and Brooklyn

Plus that and they lovin' them rats that I'm cookin'

That's on the hot seat of Rackham, I shook it

Trickin' like prodigies, ****, we mobbin' Dior

Bitches sloppily toppin' me, tryna get profit up out of me

But that bitch can't make a dollar up out of me 50 cent told me P-I-M-P

I'ma get rich without tryin', see, ain't nobody really doin' philosophies

But the OG's tellin' you how to be who you supposed to be and get to the proper G's

Y'all **** is furs, y'all **** movin' with the fakest of squads

People out here tryna get money outta you

They be snitchin' on you, tellin' you bros

Tellin' they bros that you was doin' some shit

You was really never snakin' them quick

They was snakin' you to try to be alone with bros 'cause they insecure as a bitch

These **** ain't a man up inside

These **** really be tryna provide

A whole bunch of questions with no answers

They ain't contributin' nothin' but they lies

All these **** is fake

But I never did care 'cause I had to get money

I had to get up outta there 'cause y'all **** movin' too weak

These rappers is rookies

I get the queen first like some Oreo cookies

These rappers is rookies

I get the queen first like some Oreo cookies

These rappers is rookies

I get the queen first Like some Mario cookies (hey G)

I ain't even about to tell y'all **** the rest of that