[Intro:]
All the shorties gonna owe me back
All, all the n***as gonna owe me back
Everybody gonna owe me back
A motherfucking buck!

[Verse:]
The presence of the golden child hushes many
Rapping gifts from God, turning tales into twenties
X out the fees and multiply it to plenty
Raw raider of the beat wrecking havoc off the Henny
Send me to the Lord if I'm lying
We was starving dead broke through the harsh days
And still freestyling
In Hell we seem silent plotting on the Morningstar
To pluck him out the sky then bring the wrath of Kaine
Riding down the block on his old Leviathan
And I ain't even retiring from this rap shit
My cadets in the 'jects gonna get to firing and blasting
Just don't ask what happened
Sometimes n***as get to capping for n***as capping
They got me fired up, I keep matching
I be taxing all y'all for wasting my time
You gonna owe me back before I reach my prime
Y'all wake up to eighths, I just greet dimes
Y'all need ten 10 for a gram, at most I need 9
My stress bleeds lines that leaks into books
I'm tryna cop lean lines before I make the hook
I was raised with the crooks but I never got booked
And I don't plan to get caught up tomorrow or today
My OG's got choppers that sing more than you do
When feds got plea deals hanging in your face
[Outro:]
All the shorties gonna owe me back
I swear them n***as gonna owe me back
Everybody gonna owe me tax
I gotta get my dollars, gotta make this back