[Verse 1: Fabvl]
Yeah, got me so fucked up, I see y'all talking on the day to day
Bunch of people want to play pretend about to fade away
I stay humble, but y'all make me wanna speak in crazy ways
Blame the system, blame somebody else, your shit just ain't the same
Yeah, fuck a bar, sit down, let me speak to you in facts
Truth is, nowadays I'm not really one to rap
And truth is, one feature I could put you on the map
But truth is, everything you're on really goes
I'm not playing, it's not about ego
There's just things on top of the steeple, switch up latе, so murder that equal
Y'all ain't equals, nah, onе more cypher, rinse and repeat those
I just cared, y'all made me look evil, time went by and they skip when they see those, yeah
I swear on the Bible, we are not rivals, this is for good
I want you to win, I feel like we're kin, they misunderstood
But if you hit me with the low blow, I can promise you, that's a no no
I'mma have to call my man Todo and it's

[Chorus: Daddyphatsnaps]
All we do is number one, switch
Still hit number one bitch
At the top of the top pick
Either one number one shit
Put a man on the map quick
Or body bagged in the back, sit
Got the bag in the back, split
Anyone in the path rip
[Verse 2: Daddyphatsnaps]
Me and brodie on the scene, two of us on a team, oh no
Twenty three in twenty three, think you gon' get a ring, oh no
Already Sistine, what's another sixteen? Oh no
Why they both on a stream? Leave some hoes for the scene, no no
Clap clap, it's a wrap wrap
When I rap rap, it's a wrap wrap
Do the rap track and the back track
All that smack talk, then they'll back track
When the next come, run the track back
And when that's that, leave a PS
So your friends know that it's Phatsnaps
I'm different with it, yuh
I just want to get it popping
I been feeling locked up, but I ain't ever been this locked in
Same ops still optin', so you leave me no option
That's why I gotta talk big, so they see you all optics
Ops ticked round the clock, I make a move, they all watch it
Say their money got legs, leg day - they ain't squatting
Tall tales on their pockets, small bills in their wallets
Really should have seen it coming, 'specially 'cause I stay with the profits, woah
Me and my day one going grade one, don't believe it, then they dumb
'Cause everyone's tongue lash 'till they feint blood, get to hitting there, taste buds
And now I'm in your lane, and your line off, so I clip you to shape up
Thought you a boss, but in a pinch everybody gotta wake up
Wake up, wake up
Iso, face up
I don't care if
I go lay up
Ain't a cadence
I won't make up
May go mime
Run
Now I gotta set the pace
How you gonna hurdle me? A man that you have yet to race
Your face pressed against them gates, sidelines where the rest of them wait
I'll know that when I see it, I'll accept my fate, 'till then, all that's left to say is
[Chorus: Daddyphatsnaps]
All we do is number one, switch
Still hit number one bitch
At the top of the top pick
Either one number one shit
Put a man on the map quick
Or body bagged in the back, sit
Got the bag in the back, split
Anyone in the path rip