[Verse 1]
And you already knew who I be
I’m keen on the big banks, I’m the new YG
On a roll with high numbers like 2 times 3
Fuck designer, watch the new whitey cop a new white tee
Give a fuck what you think about me
I chicka ow down freaks, dick in her mouthpiece
And this one for the good times, feel like Al Green
Making love, fucking then we kick em out down the street
Best believe I got a deep mind, cousin
If you play me, you’ll wish there was a rewind button
Weed high? Needless when my three eyеs buzzing
Mean I don’t need a drum or stick to beat my percussion
If it’s beef imma b linе to keeping my circumference
This heat we don’t keep by the oven
What I do, read rhymes, sleep time and nothing
Don’t fuck with you badasses like I be Dyme-A-Duzin
Hilary Swank, you get deep fried like dumplings
Look me in my eyes you will see I ain’t bluffing
On the seaside, take a deep dive like it’s nothing
The peace sign in these times don’t mean something
You know it’s trouble if your op humble, not flexing muscle
Get in a huddle and make a plan or he’ll bend your knuckle
I’ll look back when on top, respect the hustle
Kill me and put my dome on a plaque, still be a head above all

[Verse 2]
Said before im a mix of witty and gritty
To put it lightly, your bars are simply just shitty
Miss me with iffy dogs, if I think you switchy
You won’t even know what happened like Beanie and Gillie in Philly
And you standing with me? That’s fable shit
Trust I ain’t money hungry, I just want my
Paper thick
It’s first quarter, you already gave JAY the win
My unreleased shit still a step above your Greatest Hits
Put on Wigginit or Pablo for your mate
Then wait, trust he’ll be like “whose mixtape is this?”
I come down like Ace or Sabo with a flaming fist
If you think it’s the start of your end well mate it is
If you spitting then it’d better be hard
I was born in the era of memory cards
I won’t be on Centrelink, I’ll be onto better things
I’ll leave you mentally scarred from primarily, bars
Motherfucka