[Producer Tag]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I make this thing look too easy, don't I?
Make lookin' good look great, don't I?
Slap a petty shh in the face, don't I?
Show you how to get to the cake, don't I?
Always slide through with somethin' new, don't I?
Blow the whole mortgage on a shoe, don't I?
Slow-mo, hoppin' out the coupe, don't I?
Say nothin' if it ain't true, don't I?

[Verse 1]
Everything staged, gotta shoot a couple takes upon 'em
They don't know no better so I did it for the sake of all 'em
Plottin' on my next move, had to pump fake up on 'em
They ain't wanna give it to me so I had to take it from 'em
Strength in my numbers, see my numbers, hold up, wait now
They ain't wanna listen, look me in my face now
Head held high while they standin' with they face down
If bein' broke a joke then I don't really like to play 'round
If I left it back then it was nothin' left to keep
They talkin' hella tough but they all lowkey hella sweet
I remember days, it was nothin' left to eat
So we only had one option, we would starve ourselves to sleep but I