[Produced by Niko, Scandi, & Melo]

[Intro: TZB, Niko, Scandi, & Melo]
Scandi
A n***a real Swayze, on my Machiavelli shit, you feel me?
Melo, I feel you
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[Verse: TZB]
Now do it seem like it’s just me, or is it just me?
The way I speak to ‘em, they think I’m livin’ the dream
I only want that Aston Martin if it’s black like Luther King
I’ll be Luther Vandross if I knew how to sing
I got that gospel for the choir that make an angel get his wings
My n***a got that fire that put yo’ limb up in a sling
I had that bitch like Mariah, singing like it’s Christmas Eve
Spelling out her desires, I ain’t give that hoe nothin’ but D
Drive her up the wall ‘til that bitch is on E
She said I got the juice, but the plug ain’t me
I hit my Texas n***a like, “She want the High, C”
Like Papa John, I hate all these n***as, honestly 
But do whatever it takes to keep that dough around me
Fuck it, one time, they could get this shit for free
So they could disregard our lil discrepancy 
The end of me will never ever be an enemy 
These bitches all really friendly
Cornered n***as solo ‘cause they squares on the streets
But when they rolling deep, that’s when they wanna start beef
No bodies on my belt ‘cause this shit a chastity 
Get the fuck from ‘round me
N***as stay cappin’ like they really Spike Lee
Smiled in my face, knowing they ain’t like me
Ain’t nuttin’ like me
The whole entire world want a fucking piece of me
And I mean that shit quite literally 
Either burn me up, or let that bitch swallow me
Life is a whore, but don’t treat her horribly 
I’m rapping’ like Weezy, but this ain’t CMB
N***a, this is TZB reppin’ CME
Cutthroat Musik Ent. ‘fore the contract was inked
Fuck it, we could draft it up when we link
They want the best spot, talking ‘bout they ‘pushing P’
Yeah, they do look handicapped to me
Mimicking these n***as ‘cause they fucking parakeets 
They don’t want the bread, how the wanna succeed? 
Man, this bitch is a trip
I told her suck dick, she don’t ever give me lip
You claimed to put out gas, n***a, I ain’t even trip
I got the shit that make ‘em spazz, that’s strictly off of rhythm 
I don’t have to boost my shit with fucking instrumentals
My lyrics sound harder as a fucking a capella 
My gas met the standard like that boy Rockefeller
Said you behind bars, can’t even form a sentence (N***a)
A n***a like me been imprisoned
Can’t escape from my mind or the planet
Sometimes, I don’t even understand it
The thing that make sense is them motherfuckin’ digits
Code, words coerce n***as
Yeah
Code words coerce n***as