[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, fly n***a
Used to tote the Glock 40 on the bicycle
Now if you ain't got a strap, you can't ride with us
Swing the rod with both hands like I'm fly fishin'
I just count what I make and mind my business
I'm on cloud nine tryna find out if the sky the limit, yeah
I'm on a streak like I'm dryin' dishes
I ain't had to turn the scale on in so long that I kinda miss it
I'm up late checkin' paper like it's night school
I couldn't stop gettin' this money if I tried to
I got all these rap n***as scared of what I might do
I turn on the beat and I go stupid like Dwight Schrute
For this cheese, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese
Shootin' like Ice Cube, recruit me for Big3
I let the money talk for me, I just lip sync
Shooters in the room got you shakin' like a mixed drink
Money, women, and guns, et cetera
They givin' n***as sentences like newspaper editors
You can't sit at this table, my n***a, you don't belong here
On the road to glory, you ain't with me, then you roadkill
Callin' n***as out, I need more data on my phone bill
Brick after brick, I made a mountain out a molehill
Me myself, and I, I need to practice on my social skills
Fuck you if you're not fuckin' with me, that's how I'm 'posed to feel
Let's get everybody paid, I can lead the way
I don't need no leveler to make sure all my people straight
Trappin' all my life and my shoebox was like my CPA
If you pull my lever, then I'm spinnin' like a CSA
I can't let you n***as get too close, I need breathin' space
It cost to be the boss, I'm like it's gotta be a cheaper way
And if I ever accept less than what they owe us
Send the devil ice skates because hell has frozen over, word to Pif
[Outro]
Yeah
Because hell has frozen over, word to—
Long live Pif
Yeah
Let it play out, Kevin