Ayy, Ro, you gotta be crazy on this, boy

Yeah, I'ma go like

I'ma go, like, more crazy

Yeah, I'm enterin' the game, better hold the door

I'ma pull that wand out my pocket like I'm Voldemort

Back in blood, the industry exactly what I'm goin' for

They thought that this was it, but I'm showin' more

I be showin' more, I got all sorts

On par with this drive in this golf course

Married to the game, swear it might get on all fours

"Ah, Kid, that's way too uncalled for" (Oh, really?)

But I don't care 'bout what you track, if I'm off course (Yeah)

I'm just focused on tryna be the top four (Yeah, rrr)

Top three above me, I'm who they givin' top for (Yeah, rrr)

Simpin' on pause, ain't somebody I could fall for (I could call for)

Yeah, I still gained a lot, but I lost more (Lost more)

Bigger-bigger fish to fry, but I caught more (Caught more)

Bigger list of mine, gotta lock more in (Yeah)

Pushin' the buttons is how I got my wins (Yeah)

Y'all don't even need to test me mo' (Yuh)

I was passin' through the net like SEO (Yuh)

Rap gave purpose to an empty soul

Now, I'm way too hot, and you ain't any close (Go)

I got pain that ain't many know (Yuh)

I ain't perfect, but I'm better, baby, let me show

Put on MP3s (Yeah), things I never show

A quick MVP pass to N-E-O (Yuh, yuh, yuh), and that's Kid

(Yeah, ayy, ayy, woah)

I done put some pain into this, huh (Ayy, ayy)

Ayy, ayy, and I ain't gon' change in this bitch, huh (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Watch my chain hang in this bitch, huh

I'ma gang, gang in this bitch (Oh, yeah)

MMA stayin' legit

Homie tryna show me all these bitties, they ain't bad at all

Dodgin' all the bullshit, feelin' like a matador

And I'm stayin' up all night with the Addarell

Got my own list, I ain't fuckin' with your catalog

Hit on ignition, spaceship and I'm blastin' off

(Man, they all washed up, talkin' like they had it all)

(I could get you crossed out now that I have the ball)

Case you think I'm wrong with it, you could call me Randy Moss

I'ma drop a bag on your head like I'm Santa Claus

Oh, that's a bad bitch? You must got your standards off

You say you got drip, you can't even handle sauce

You drop, slip (Phew), I just blew the candle off

Rockin' white tees like a hypebeast

You know my catalog, I still ain't got no wifey

Can't push me when I'm focused on my P

Play her like a controller, way I hit my side B

Can't be my side B 'less you got ID

Always say you want smoke, that's a light breeze

And if it ain't in a bun, it don't entice me

Just finished my third year, so no one cannot try me

​n3o settin' the example like i.e.​

They all like me, but they'll never be like me

Treat my life just like a movie, bitch, I'm Spike Lee

She think that I'm goin' crazy, yeah, bitch, I might be (Rah)

Tell a bad bitch, "Touch yo' toes"

I just made a couple hits, tryna one-up those

50 Cent, I'm in the club tryna fuck some hoes (Yeah)

Look, everything undone but I'm not comfortable

Versatile, not just one approach

Do the most talkin', but ain't never done the most

Everybody 'round me sleep on N-E-O

Just wait until I drop, let the come-up show (Come-up show)

Top four, top four (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ooh, yeah)

Woah, I done put some pain into this, huh (They gon' put us in the top four, top four, ayy, ayy, top four, ooh)

And I ain't gon' change in this bitch, huh (They gon' put us in the top four, top four, top four, nah, nah)

Watch my chain hang in this bitch, huh (They gon' put us in the top four, ooh-ooh)

I'ma gang, gang in this bitch (Top four, top four, ooh-ooh, oh, yeah)

MMA stayin' legit (They gon' put us in the top four)