[Verse]
Listen, Ay, yeah what the fuck, son
(I’ll be) Getting money like a trust fund, bust one
(I’ll be) Cleaning up, I’m finna dust some, just son
(I’ll be) Killing, man the shit is cumbersome
(1, 2) Mic check, I ain’t even spiked yet
(I’ll be) Rappin’ til my motherfucking pipes quit
(I’ll be) Going hard until the whole crew up on the flight deck
(I’ll be) Finna get a signed cheque for all the time spent
(1, 2) Count ‘em up, chanting getting louder cuz, ay
(I’ll be) Racking up the Ws, the kid about a buzz, ay
(I’ll be) Never giving fucks, selling out ain’t us, trust
(I’ll be) Never giving up, nobody real as us
(1, 2) 1, 2, I’ma be that cunt who, trump you
(I’ll be) Hella underrated with a grudge too, fuck you
(I’ll be) Hella motivated with a stunt view, come through
(I’ll be) Getting hella love dude, Jordan’s and a jump suit

[Hook]
Kill ‘em
Ay
Kill 'em
Listen

Verse 2 (16):
The day I lost my father, things forever changed and
(I’ll be) Devastated, all my wins’ll be forever tainted
(I’ll be) Tryina play it cool but really I ain’t seeing straight and
(I’ll be) Doing everything to make him really proud I made it
(1, 2) Paid the Universal Tax so this is it
(I’ll be) Tryina show my mama that her oldest son the shit
(I’ll be) Tryina show my brother we the coldest with the gift
(I’ll be) Tryina show my wifey we the mould they wanna live
(1, 2) Listen, Ay, control freak but it’s all moves
(I’ll be) In the brewpub, booth or the boardroom
(I’ll be) Trusting every instinct like a Lord do
(I’ll be) Looking down on all you peasants like a tall dude
(1, 2) Top shelf, rap caviar, Spotify
(I’ll be) Dropping knowledge over beats like we in Poli-Sci
(I’ll be) Nowadays, most of y’all don’t even qualify
(I’ll be) Killin’ rappers, y’all should prolly die, Lord