[Part I]

[Intro]
My fault, I gotta take care of my son real quick
Evil Empire
N***as done got me back in that mode (Come on)

[Verse]
Gotta take care of my son, he don't listen to me, but he listen to Zeke
Blowin' down all of them cigs, that lil' boy wanna die, but he live for the beef, haha
Cuss on my name, I don't gotta write no more, but, bitch, I'm in it for the breesh, damn
Rat n***a fell [?] for the persona and then he couldn't keep it P
But I know you ashamed of yourself
Grown-ass man and your A&R callin' you dirty, I know you ain't bathin' yourself
Finna cop a new crib, I got an LLC and a brand and I made it myself
Know you happy you took this lil' shit to rap, 'cause with hands, it ain't no one to help
Need to put down the cigs, lil' n***a, me and gang really smokin' on top shelf (Buh-buh-buh)
You was in my phone cryin' like a bitch
Sent a lo' and said, "Pussy, come get me a flight," now we tryna get views off of Twitch? I get it (On gang)
I had to dub the lil' offer that came from your bum-ass label, that shit not hittin'
Shout out lil' Max, I got five-star hoes on my dick and your bitch the next one, just kiddin' (On God)
That bitch trash
Your mama see you, I know that she mad
I know she probably raised you to be better, he wanted to be a follower instead
Look where that got him
Bitch, you a lil' guy, n***a, no problem
Only fuck grown hoes, n***a, no ****, huh
Chrome Hearts all on my collar
Fuck 'bout a deal, still ballin', Iguodala, deadass
Let's have a moment of silence for what the fuck's under that kufi, a real-life headass
Steve Harvey in the face with a ten-year-old body, the n***a should be in a sped class
Nineteen and I'm on my second property, I been the one, I meant that shit when I said that
Callin' up Swift, he gon' send the live for me, he try to push up, swear to God, he get sent back
[Part II]

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, top dog shit, you already know what the fuck goin' on, man (Dakota, where are you?)

[Verse]
Ayy, I got a show in Miami next week, that shit on the pace right now to sell out
Know how to finesse a label, I'll get a lil' chip, but hell nah, I won't sell out
You know what they to do lil' n***as like you inside that, that's why you had to tell out
Dirty-ass room that you be sittin' in all day, how do you take the smell out, n***a?
[?] made this shit scary, it made this shit horror, yeah, somethin' like Get Out, huh (Somethin' like Get Out)
We the one with all the drugs in that bitch and my n***a been known to supply it, hold up
Got all the paperwork right in your face, n***a, you the one that pointed them out, bitch
Every time I'm in the mall and I see some new Marni, a n***a go buy it
I do whatever I want, bitch, fuck would I listen to you for?
Perfect example, right message, wrong messages, shut the fuck up and go make your ass useful
After this lil' shit, I gotta catch a flight, I might pop a lil' X, send my ass right to Pluto
Go tell your label that I need a payment for this since you stuck to them n***as like glue, though
Uh, bitch, I could do this all day, uh-huh
Y'all rap n***as' food on my plate
Was seventeen first, I got twenty bands, nowadays, that's just a regular day, uh-huh
You better not slip up around him, boy, you better watch out for officer Jace
They thought I was trippin' off drugs, but I'm trippin' off all of this money I make
Uh, bitch, I could do this all day, uh-huh
Y'all rap n***as' food on my plate
Was seventeen first, I got twenty bands, nowadays, that's just a regular day, uh-huh
You better not slip up around him, boy, you better watch out for officer Jace
They thought I was trippin' off drugs, but I'm trippin' off all of this money I make