[Verse 1]
Man, that's violence, not too much mercy
I’ll take the Beyoncé I'll give you the Solange
You turn and mix, you turn and mix
That's right, I say, "ninety" plus three zeros: the price of the watch
The biatch tells me she’s got a bum ache, I've got some deviances
I place my finances, I work freelance, I live in opulence
Yesterday we throw off the shackles chaining, today, we throw off the silence

[Chorus]
Oh yes, Dem's, okay, oh yes, Dem's, okay
Oh yes, Dem's, okay, oh yes, Dem's, okay

[Verse 2]
Wack rapper, smell like flatulence, no contest, no
Talks in streaming, want a featuring but how reckless, yeah
I'm sorry, but it's not tomorrow the day before I’ll stop fucking mothers
The stretcher, the featherweight of my opponents, their Uber is an ambulance
OG, OG, OG, OG, Damso, Lior, Gigi, Kobe
Hey, don’t put the tongue, I don't want COVID, no
I blew it all, why are you applauding? Oh, yes
As a kid, I didn’t need to belong, I just needed to make numbers (Dough)
My best friends are my apartments, I'm dying, they'll be there for my son, oh yes
Dem's

[Chorus]
Oh yes, Dem’s, okay, oh yes, Dem's, okay
Oh yes, Dem's, okay, oh yes, Dem's, okay
[Outro]
Yes
Santos Life, all is life
Yesterday we throw off the shackles chaining, today, we throw off the shhh
Okay, okay