[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Prepare to see return of the Bigfoot if anybody wanna' step on my toes
Label offers in excess of 10 mill' contracts with no cons and just pros
If I don't get it, then they can for forget it
Street credit, in debit I mout the curb woah
I reminisce to times of no lunches, forecast now ain't' nothing but dough
Prepare to see return of the Bigfoot if anybody wanna' step on my toes
Label offers in excess of 10 mill' contracts with no cons and just pros
If I don't get it, then they can for forget it
Street credit, in debit I mount the curb woah
I reminisce to times of no lunches, forecast now ain't' nothing but dough
Even if a V12 in it, I won't ding it, I go smooth and go slow
Just so it hurts that little bit more cause back then they said i wouldn’t blow
24/7 I stay on my grind, we work in the rain and we work in the snow
Shit mc’s wanna' get in my lane but sound like clones so I don't wanna' know
Even if a V12 in it, I won't ding it, I go smooth and go slow
Just so it hurts that little bit more cause back then they said i wouldn’t blow
When I used to tell them i would be king, they thought I was joking they were like oh
Now I'm on the phone to big boss telling him the figures gonna' need like 7 more o’s
Gotta go hard on every beat I touch (Touch!)
More than rap its deep to us (Ah!)
If I hear a diss in a verse or cuss (Cuss!)
Put them to sleep I will I must
I get a thrill from every neek' I buss
No love shown cause your track isn’t sweet enough
Close my eyes cause in heaven and G i trust, at me if you wanna' send and on speak on us
Won't send out a hit ill grab my mask (Mask!)
Put on my gloves and do the task (Task!)
I count to ten and give you chance (Chance!)
Then i just snap, and shoot and blast (Boom!)
Light up the track and I'm going in super dark
Too many fake so the scene isn’t used to bars
Couldn’t care less and i'm going for shooting stars
Give it one year, and i'm guessing the streets are ours (Ours!)
Wrap it, slap it
My content is coming like magic
Put out a PSA, ASAP if you get in my way then its tragic
I hit my n***a up, he told me listen up, the life im living is lavish
What gives him the drive is the music he banging, went studio made something happen
This n***a has mice where he grew up, no go getters' in the house really too tough
The tunes that he heard spoke word to him, that inspired the idea to do stuff
Now hes got legal racks, I said fam' your a gangsta for that
That's why when i jump on wax, i speak from the heart can’t release if it’s wack (Wack!)
And I can see that it's working, send shots, close curtains
They been looking for a king for a while, go tell them they can stop searching
Coming at me when already so weak the results so peak, and the impact worsen
I'ts more attractive when we make money so a little more grind and a little less twerking
I used to get asked where I wanna be in 10 years more time it met with silence
Know what they're thinking, drugs, no license, straight hyping, jail time violence
More like coupes with recliners, wine tasting, success, shrimps and fine diners
That's why I can't stop, won't stop, keep off, even at the top, so I gotta keep climbing (Yah!)