I'ma keep it real, I ain't gon' sign a deal I'm Divin' in that water, you gon' think that I'm a Navy SEAL

Them boys be bluffin', they never on nothin' I'm Tryna go krazy, you know I'm comin

I know I can't go far from nothin' I know I got it, Make me somethin

I be comin' from nothin', I'm turnin' to somethin

You ain't fuck with me, then I'm bumpin

Got me turned up, geeked up, fraud

That **** be scared, can't look in my eyes

I'm chillin' off top of the mountain, I'm countin' my money

Them **** be worried about it

That **** gon' keep on dissin', I'm finna get up

Beat his ass like Ronda Rousey

I ain't sayin' too much, I'ma stayin' on ten

I ain't never gon' stop, I'ma go for the win

It's a puff-up hat, so I'm blowin' away

Why you annoyed

They don't know who he is

My puff finna get up, ain't gon' testify

Don't demand, you got him terrified

All my **** know what it's doin' right

It's a homicide

Ain't none of the opps outside

There ain't no time

I gotta keep my focus, I'm stayin' on my grind

I wonder why

You do me wrong and waste my time

You wonder why I'm in my head again

And I'm stayin' on my grind

Just so I can make sure you alright

Just so I can make sure that you fine

I walk alone all through the night

Ain't none of the opps gon' talk bout motion

And that's why ain't nobody slidin

Fuck all the **** that put me down

Got love for the **** that brought me up

Fuck them **** that's been talkin' up my name

Like what the fuck

Yeah, yeah, they got me mad again

I'ma pop out on that bitch again

Got racks and whatever pantd I'm wearin

Got a switchy, i don't do no squarin

I'ma slide when I can , I ain't worried about them

I'm a man with a plan, I'm a man with a fan

I'm a man that been keepin' shit solid

I'm high and I'm never gon' land

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Really, I haven't felt nothin

Tryin' to get back from the rough range

They talkin' that shit, but walk out of the door

When money enters the discussion

Really been deep in my bag for real

You know I can't have a lag for real

You know that God gave me a path for real

Know I can't stop when I enter the field

Keep talkin' shit, you gon' catch you a hundred rounds

I get the money like I get a hundred pounds

All these bitches tellin' lies

Watch me ride through bitches like this shit a ultrasound

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah