Big face n***a I need it
Big face n***a I mean it

Might just turn into a demon
Might just turn to a demon

Might just fuck up the scene like yeah...
Might just smoke up the green like yeah...

I just blew off the green like yeah...
I just spent up the racks
One hell of a tax
These clout chasers
They harassing

N***as get a couple followers
And now they think that they’re Michael Jackson
N***as steady try to follow us
But they don’t follow up with the action
My money stay in a mattress

Should start fucking shit up in Dallas
Poppa turned it to a palace
I mean no n***as no malice
But I’m ready for a challenge
My head spinning can’t keep balance
Winning can’t keep tally
When in doubt come find me... Oh
Baby and show me your talents

She had a dream it was not a mirage
It all just started with a simple massage
But now she acting like she Nicki Minaj
She bout to get checked

Quarter million on the top of my desk
That’s just being low
I’ll pay respect
Hard Drive fully loaded with techs

I’m bout to shoot at the ref
I’m bout to shoot at the red
Hope that I don’t get a tech

They cannot guard me
They cannot guard me

They can’t out God Me
They can’t out God Me