Thinking you know what you're doing Will have yo ass stuck in a loop

And if it ain't equalin' profits and dollars, you won't find me there, I want moms in a coupe

TTG, I've been on go, spending a little time up the road, come walk a mile in my shoes

Having my tools, building a motherfucking room, ain't doing this shit for show, ain't leaving

No clues

They're watching the shit I do, and they ain't inspired, boys taking hella notes, faking

Like we cool

Kickdoor, all my shit gone boom, but I ain't showing them my moves, and I ain't leaving

No evidence of this heaven sent, no clues

You can't try to block me, but you can't stop me, no

Liable but undeniable, I'm true, you can't rob me, no

I want it all if it's mine, I don't like wasting my time

I want the nickles, the quarters

The motherfucking dollars, big cause you know I'm a dime

Oh Lord

Please don't cheese me, one day you might need me, and all my men have been running

For hellas, in this race, don't make me greasy

Matter of fact, do what you want

So I can peep what you on, yeah

I don't need **** round faking a funk

Get a bitch ass **** gone gone

Round me, they faker than I can see, down as a bitch, but I ain't never known to switch

What you see is all me

I ain't never ever pretend

Don't need a lawyer or no defense

No we don't save em

We picking em off

Let them hoes drown in the deep end

Mr. Reliable, Mr. That ****, I'm HIM fasho

Watch how they talk when your ass ain't around

These **** don't Love you

These **** is broke

Talking down, stomping your name in the mud, and hoping that you never Grow

Happiness never got **** a bullet

But I bet that envy done lifted some souls, yeah

Thinking you know who the truest will have your ass stuck in the coupe

Looking like Biggie and Pac

Alpo and Richie

Yo opp in the crew

And I ain't doing time for no nary ****

I seen how these **** will do

They ain't whipping no cash out, when you crash out, they just copy your moves ain't leaving no clues

Hey, Thinking you know what you doing, will have your world stuck in a loop

And if it ain't equalin' profits and dollars, you won't find me there, I want moms in a coupe

TTG, I've been on go

Spent a little time up the road

Come walk a mile in my shoes

Hand me my tools, built under my fucking room, ain't doing that shit for show, I ain't leaving no clues

They watching the shit I do, and they ain't inspired

Boys taking hella notes

Faking like we cool

Kick Door!

All my shit going boom

But they ain't showing them my moves

And I ain't leaving no evidence, of this heaven sent

No clues