[Verse 1]
Walk down slow in the light source
Tell my bitch I make a living on the race course
Fuck a n***a walking like he own the fucking court
I swing with force
See, I never sell you shit
I killed that shit and show it’s lit
Bitch, I played the fucking day you never thought it
Placing cash up on my table, never fucking not
Breaking windows, do my shit, I never really stop
Never shot
Never pull up on the back of shit
I know my fucking talk (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Running rage with no shit to know
Playing games with no place to go
Taking names, I got shit to show
Top down when your bitch low
Strolling ‘round the wave
Taking sounds I never fade
Laying bitches on the ground and say some shit I never gave
Rock the shit I made from day one
Burn slow when shit fun
Come ‘round the last day
Break down, I don’t play
Think ‘bout shit ain’t shit to get
N***as play my fucking hit
Talking bitches, won’t you take my word?
I never wanna check
[Post-Chorus]
Shoot down n***as with the gold crown
Never know ‘bout me
Down a bitch
I make no sound
Fake n***as say that they come with the pound
Run by me
Shot face down (Yeah)
Back again

[Verse 2]
I’m on the fucking map
No fucking gap
Waving to the place I always knew I’d never really set
Say the trees low when the lights flow
Ask shit, I don’t know
Stack, stack, my case though
Backpack the condo
Money always talk
Got no class, that bitch a thot
Running checks around the person that I thought would take a pot
Better stay
Fuck a cot
Fuck your story and your plot
Bitch, I’m always with the Stockton n***as claiming that they hot
Put my input in the big pot
Came back, my brain’s stop
Smackdown your flat top
Slow down your damn pot
Watch with the damn team
Thought shit, my thoughts mean
U.K., that bitch clean
Don’t rush, that shit seem
N***as talking say they fly
Bitch like, “Look back, that’s the guy”
Never will you fucking try
Clever while I fucking die
Take a step and make a bet
Make a switch-up on the set
Thinking ‘bout the n***as from my back I never fucking met