[Hook]
Goin' through so much shit, at this point I got thick skin
Left hand doin' work, the right hand syrup mixin'
Shawty hate that I be always in the kitchen
Girl you gotta stop trippin', know this shit a tradition
Movin' swiftly through my city, not no Taylor
My life is turnin' to a movie, this the trailer
Do not hit my line if you just need a favor, especially if you a traitor
I can't fuck with no fakers

[Verse 1]
Sprintin', yeah I'm fuckin' sprintin'
Gotta speed this shit up, I'm Jordan I can't be Pippen
Want that private jet and them foreign cars to whip in
I come with the hits, you never gon' see me missin'
Listen
Yeah, lost some friends over this music shit, only a couple people who I'd do it with
The rest of them just got my mood to switch
Know it's crazy, yeah I know it's ludicrous
And I don't know if it's them bein' jealous, or if it's me not havin' any time
All I know is if I got some style, I'll put it in these motherfuckin' rhymes
Yeah, artist and a businessman
Please do not approach me unless you all about your business man
Take care of my people, yeah that's always been the business plan
Baby move it back and forth, for me like the FitnessGram
Yeah, yeah