[Intro: Jayhood]
Cut the lights, yo!
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah rima light, ke
Yeah-yeah, shit!
Yeah-yeah!
Ok, yeah!

[Chorus: Jayhood]
I've been on my tiptoes, n***a, a star like Jigga
I work till the cheque get bigger
You just a lil' pussy ass n***a
You want me to fall
And every year the chance gets slimmer
I've been on my tiptoes, n***a
Eating with the fam
And every year we keep get thicker
You're not my n***a
You playing with the enemy
I might as well call you a killer

[Verse 1: Jayhood]
Give me a break I need to take a lil' smoke
Number one, n***a, wena ujilwe ke di vote
How the hell these n***as getting bodied by a lil kid?
Every single time then you calling them GOATS?
Sitt down, shut up! Ok, cool, look
I know a couple of n***as in the game pretty shook
Yo, tell me, do we need a hook?
Fuck it, Ima rap it all out
I came for the money, that's the shit I'm all about
I'm looking all around, nobody gon' vouch for you
You're saying that you're high but nobody really know you
Same old jokes with a little bit of closure
Exposure, I told ya, I've never been a vulture
I bet a boy do a lot of shit for the culture
Same old me with a brand new aroma
How many rappers that I put into a coma?
The money too far, gotta come a lil' closer
I stay driven, one man no chauffer
Uh, I was in a back, did the money dance
Gotta cash it all out, n***a, no advance
I started with twenty bands
It gotta be about money or else we don't shake hands