[Intro]
This boy done called my name, haha
Amateur bars, man
Grown man bars is something you gotta deal with
So all that elaborated, fabricated ain't gon' equal up to this real shit

[Verse]
The things we do for the glitz and the glamorous
Follow backs and liked pics from your camera
Was 'bout to pass 'cause you still in the Pamper, bruh
And I never seen Floyd spar with amateurs
So this the one and only time I'm picking up the phone
I'm the type to keep receipts and to be left alone
I was raised to always keep the family feuds at home
On the set, I'm 'bout to teach you how to set the tone
Where I'm from, big bank take lil' bank
I'm a couple hunnid mil', this a field day
Don't respect it, it's not an issue to check it
Never really competed, but you boys getting reckless, uh
I could tell this wasn't really what you wanted, though
Should've DMd me again, what you wanna know?
Say I'm lying, I'll put it out for the public
Asking 'bout my third album before the second was published
You a fan, put respect on my name or get disrespected
You in Sac and I'm from Oakland, a minute from getting hectic
Preying with a E and you gon' get your blessing
Your mouth done wrote a check that overdrew your checking
Look, I'm really solid like I say, so why you come for me?
I got respect in both careers, moving comfortably
You ain't established in the league, for one
You got potential, but this rapping is a breeze at lunch
It's easy
You a clown, so go and enjoy the circus
Knee-deep in the game and you barely scratching the surface
My car dressed in black whenever making a purchase
How a king come to battle knowing the kingdom worthless, n***a?
[Outro]
Stop playing with me, man
You boys is babies