[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Yea, All this hate I gotta shake it off me
All this love I gotta make an army
Fuck the bank I'm tryna break his pockets
Use a shoe box to make a bank deposit
Sponsored out like a concert
Why the dresser lookin like macys closet
Still skatin wit an HP on me
And a wad wit me try take it from me
Wit a bad bitch that I trained well
Now her mind state is on matriarchy
When we outside we gone scrape the parking lot
Skip the line and dont pay for parking
Bad vibes I gotta shake em off me
Yall fake and phoney no make up on me
All this love I gotta make an arm
Che Gueverra in a pair of airs.. Haha
I believed in magic.. and n***a look what happened
Now look at my status..
Headed mainstream
Wit a platinum underwater breathing apperatus
I just made a band. Holy matrimony
Snappin chattin the homie
Ima get it crackin.. I just got a package
Ima ship it pack it
I dont see distractions I just made a plan and Ima make it happen
..I deserve a check.. I deserve respect
And I ain't bout to ask em..
All this glow they wanna take it from me
Keep the oven on im the bakers homie
Come by myself and get flagrant on you
Wit a foul shot like play charging

[Hook: Chuuwee]
I believe in magic Ima get it crackin Ima make it happen
I ain't even rappin I just keep real catch me in the traffic
I can't see the static I can't see distractions look at all this status
I just made a plan and I just made a band watch me make it happen

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Levis wit my hat back
Laptop in my back pack
GPS where that cash at
And I'm in route in that Cadillac
Talk shit with yo cap back
Fuck treats we passed that
Still dope wit no fast rap
And I'm all in if the track slap
SoCal where that cash at
Where the white girls with the ass at
Where we smoke good and do dabs at
Where we get high and go to class at
I'm so wild Ima class act
Beat drop and I gassed that
I ain't cheatin if the ass phat
In the backseat where I smashed at
I stress and smoke over situations
Bitches fakin and its n***as hatin
I ain't trippin I'm just tryna make it
N***as changin cuz they think I'm famous
I ain't gone lie shit I think I made it
I'm on a flight when they send the payment
Jet laggin I fuckin hate it
I'm pissed off and I'm irritated
First class in the flight plans
I need a blunt rolled when the flight land
Come up short and we fight fam
Count cash on my night stand
Amsterdam in a Sprite can
Itch bad in my right hand
Got paid bein a hype man
N standing parallel to the mic stand

[Hook: Chuuwee]
I believe in magic Ima get it crackin Ima make it happen
I ain't even rappin I just keep real catch me in the traffic
I can't see the static I can't see distractions look at all this status
I just made a plan and I just made a band watch me make it happen