Uh huh yeah (Before the money before the fans)

Uh huh yeah (I thought we was friends)

Uh huh

Uh huh yeah (So I ice out my hands)

Uh huh yeah

Uh huh yeah (500 my shoes 500 my pants)

I'm tired of little **** playing with me like I ain't the motherfucking one

I'm tired of little **** talking big shit

You just a little bitch with a gun

I'm doing show after show

Ima die like BB King I won't ever be done

We going pour after pour

These shots making my ears ring we just having fun

We drink to all I accomplish like Drake

You think I give a damn about a take

From a **** getting no cake??? That'd be a mistake

Been stacking my bread like I learned how to bake

Baby a faucet I swim in that lake

Eat it up like I'm cleaning my plate

Spitting dope shit I'm moving that weight

Ima have all your fans pulling up for a taste

Now baby

How you pull up to this motherfucker

With all that ass out

And you ain't throwing that motherfucker?

Come get in the circle baby

Throw it baby throw it

Folks out here getting pretty audacious

Talking as if advice from them made us

When shit got rough you wasn't there to save us

Now we step out for salmon with the capers

Came around the guys when you could get something from us

And left without saying later

I just pray you never come back

I'm petty **** Ima add up them favors

All that snaking you nowhere near the top

Watching everything you putting out flop

It ain't bout numbers or money

But it's really funny knowing no one care 'bout your drop

As for me I'm hot as a pot on a flame of propane (And I'm still a cold motherfucker)

We ain't the same

You not on my level stay on your plane

What you make in a week is on my shorty's chain

Done got it started now

You done broke out in a sweat yet baby?

'Cuz we only gon' crank the heat up some more

Come on

Wrote my first bar in 2016 for science class

Mr Kline let me get in my writing bag

I wonder if he seen the star I am now

Man I gotta find his ass

'Cuz the track that I'm on is the track that I'm on until **** is gone

You ain't talking cash? Please leave me alone

Something off with you I can feel it in my bones

**** hide they hands after throwing stones

Moving like a hoe I don't condone

I ain't made it yet but when I'm on

That's the typa shit that **** gon' have to own

You ever been popping your shit and ain't made it that far

But think you don't belong?

But you came out the other end strong?

I ain't think so pussy

Feel like a vet and I feel like they rookies

Doing it all they all overlook me

Seeing these venues choosing not to book me

Little ass labels tryna Lenny Cooke me

I need a zero a zero a zero

A zero and two more on top of that

Think Ima give up my freedom for little ass money these **** is rats

The scum of the earth

They come last lil' LONDON come first

Unless I'm in there putting in work

Length and strength a whole lot of girth

Type of shit to make her put it in her purse

For sure

I'm that **** my baby is her

TNO I been that since birth

And Ima be that 'till my ass in the dirt ****

I been that ****

Before the money before the fans (Put respect on my name)

Stabbed me in my back shit ain't funny

I thought we was friends (These other **** don't do it for the love of the game)

Beat a **** ass knuckles swole

So I ice out my hands (These fuck **** lame)

My diamonds they dance

500 my shoes 500 my pants (Come on)

I been that ****

Before the money before the fans (Keep your mouth away from my name)

Stabbed me in my back shit ain't funny

I thought we was friends (It ain't no more love in the game)

Beat a **** ass knuckles swole

So I ice out my hands (And y'all **** lame)

My diamonds they dance

500 my shoes 500 my pants (Get out)