[Intro: Sway Calloway]
Yeah, what's up? You know what we do in overtime
We 'bout to have this next emcee come up, I watched him come up
We met in Austin, had dinner
Now we go around the world, watch him count that money
Watch him collect these honeys, all these Playboy bunnies
Spendin' dummy money
Sy Ari da Kid, let's go

[Verse: Sy Ari da Kid]
Yeah, yeah
Gilly said Atlanta had bad weed, I told him, "Keep the gimmicks"
Sold him good weed in a Sprinter across the street from Lenox
Got better teeth than your dentist, ain't nothin' free but your clinic
I'm deep in it like Serena with tennis, be independent
And be 'bout your business, peep the amendments
Even if you got a lawyer, gotta read every sentence
I had to send Birdman a hundred G's with the quickness
To be honest, the other two hundred took me a lil' minute
And he ain't even want interest, it gave me independence
I'm free, n***a, and that's with G-O-D as my witness
We relentless, now I'ma say it
I seen a lot of n***as lettin' shit slide in the streets, stop hydroplanin'
Them boys lurkin' to violate 'em
Thought he was safe 'cause he studied Detroit Urban Survival Training
I'ma slay and pop off models
I'm a hustler, I'm tryna sell Drake his next hot sauce bottle
Me and you, mano y mano, a Glock with the top sharp hollows
Even on Instagram, I'm not gon' follow, I am Apollo
Iron sharpens iron, but not the iron I hold
If my daughter ever had to ask me to spend more time with her, then I'd retire tomorrow
Like virtual school, I learned a lot of shit at home
I turn you to food and earn it when I'm in my zone
Got murked in his room, it's hurtin' him within his soul
Black as the first handshake Martin and Malcolm did
Time is money, I'll let you know what a hour is
Get down and dig your own grave
Still in my old ways, it feel like the old days
I'm the god, Christ left evidence
I saw Obama and walked past him, I only like dead presidents
You in a situation that you could might never win
Knock a certain way at my door, I might let you in
You joke, should do stand-up, I might heckle 'em
Revenge is best served cold, a nice beverage
Type devilish, got a couple friends with a ghoul label
Tuckin' a stick like Uncle Phil at the pool table
Nothing's real, but a couple bills'll get you strangled
Up the field, I might come to kill with a new angle
You n***as cops, your moves got them goons sent for ya
It's gettin' hot, the room ain't even room temperature
Against the opps, chiefs of Indians
Stand on my tip-toes and not crease my Timberlands
Can't peak when the reach unlimited
All-purpose with more verses than Swizz Beats and Timbaland
When the fuck did the streets get feminem? Sweet as M&Ms
Seasoned with cinnamon, he pretended that he was feelin' it
He defended it, she remembered it
I was right there when emcees presented it, finish it
See, I never did talk a lot
Tell DaBaby I don't got AIDS, but I'm gettin' head in the parkin' lot
My barber pullin' up to the crib
'Cause I don't remember the last time me and that n***a met at the barbershop
We on the top, from triceps to biceps
I'm still lookin' for insects to dissect
I don't really care if you sell sex or buy sex
My son still can't listen to Lil Nas X
I'm blessed beyond measure
Ruffle y'all feathers, smooth as Coogi puttin' colors on sweaters
I know some of y'all jealous and half of them hate, fam
Worse than LeBron James actin' on Space Jam
I hate plans, I'm spontaneous
Y'all retarded in y'all craniums
I invested all my money like Armenians
Half man, half amazing, and part alien
God against atheists
[Outro: Sy Ari da Kid]
One, n***a
Sy Ari da Kid, n***a
The Shadow In the Shade coming soon
Sway, salute, one love