If it's true, you out of pocket if it's true

Count them bands, yeah, my pockets full of blue

Flow so sick, I think I got the flu

Huh, I know that wasn't you

Hustlin' 'til my back hurt

**** putting in mad work

How you say that you savage, when you're just average?

Man, I feel bad for ya

Too much drama, that's bad for ya

I can't fuck wit' you rap ****

Rap **** be cappin' ****, be lackin' ****, just average ****, I keep my distance

Reason why I'm so independent

Keep the money, don't ever spend it

On the mission to get a million

I ain't got time for no game or gimmick

No, I keep hustling

Too grown to be tusslin' wit' these bums, I'm over it

I just switched up the flow, I ain't put it on no Glock

I keep it on me like I wear socks

Mess wit' the fam, then you get shot

Z on K time, no pop

That's crazy

Life has yet to amaze me, so I'm stuck being shady

How my bro turn to a hoe all because he ain't want me to grow?

Act like he the one in control

Know your position and play your role

Got that coat 'cause I get colder, also bipolar

Ride with the chauffeur, chip on my shoulder

Gun in the holster, I said it

Upvote, not on Reddit

Sent that message, know he read it

You a fan now, boy

Get ya ass somewhere and play wit' your toys, lil' boy

If it's true, you out of pocket if it's true

Count them bands, yeah, my pockets full of blue

Flow so sick, I think I got the flu

Huh, I know that wasn't you

So it's that time

Let's go to the mall, it's bag time

We forever ball, no halftime

She takin' off my draws, oh my gosh

I'ma have to rap again just to prove my point

And we gon' pack him up again, this time ain't no joint

That **** acting like he ten, he ain't nowhere perfect

Hit him with the pot and tin, now he lookin' nervous

**** live with no purpose

With a tip, she'll be working

But that bitch isn't worth it

She a pig and a serpent

What the fuck?

That's a mix breed or something

Done makin' assumptions, I just shit on 'em, I'm dumping

Ain't no three pointers, I'm dunking

Send him on the run, he be on Dunkin

I ain't got time for no discussions

**** be talkin' like it mean somethin' to me

I ain't even gonna listen to ya 'cause I know ya voice just sounds goofy

I ain't even gonna listen to ya 'cause I know your presence is unruly

Damn

If it's true, you out of pocket if it's true

Count them bands, yeah, my pockets full of blue

Flow so sick, I think I got the flu

Huh, I know that wasn't you