Goin' to the sun, I just came back from Atlanta

I poured a fruit punch, cause I couldn't get no Fanta

I been swaggin' too much let me pull my pants up

I ain't shakin' fake hands, you a fan, yeah

I came in with the bands like I'm Santa

If you ain't got no bands, get your bands up

Everybody in the stands, put your hands up

Holy smoke, I ran a hunnit up

Holy fuckin' smoke

this choppa sing a hunnit plus

He catch the holy ghost, if he runnin' up

It's not too many left of us, no

It's been a long time since I switched my flow

I can't get out my mind, I gotta get out the cold

I knew you wasn't mine when you walked out the door

Now you in the line, when I sell out shows

Boss up on a bitch, yeah I ain't sellin' shit yeah

You can give my shit back

Fuck where your crib at

Fuck where you live at

I'm tryna get this cake

No time for chit-chat

I'm at the top, would you believe that

Would you believe

I ain't have no guap, so I went and plant a money tree

I can't see a op, all I see is me

Invested in stocks, don't get high off lean

You don't need a Glock, just stay off the scene

They put me in a box, now I'm on the screen

I get paid to talk, they pay up and then they scream

You don't get days off, when you live your dreams Wake up and count a hundred plus

then go back to sleep

I threw out my trust, into the sea

Tell me that it's up, it's stuck and it's meant to be

I'm sick of fake rappers yeah

I'm sick of fake rappers, yeah

I'm finna wrap em up, I'm finna wrap em up, yeah

What you rappin' on

What you capping for

The act is up, you still a clone

You stabbed my heart, the feeling's gone

Feel the spark, then I'm numb

Leave me in the dark, you the one

Goin' to the sun, I just came back from Atlanta

I poured a fruit punch, cause I couldn't get no Fanta

I been swaggin' too much let me pull my pants up

I ain't shakin' fake hands, you a fan, yeah

I came in with the bands like I'm Santa

If you ain't got no bands, get your bands up

Everybody in the stands, put your hands up