[Intro]
Come on, man, y'all n***as know y'all n***as pussy, n***a (Uh)
Back on your lean, n***a (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Paranoia gettin' the best of me (They do)
Why you think I got this TEC with me? (Huh?)
Collect these n***as be the death of me ('Kay)
I can't let these pussy n***as next to me (For real)
Conway, my green scram, Elcamino like Clinton Steph with me (They shoot)
Tryna get this Cuban off the neck of me (Huh?)
They gon' spray your block and make a mess for me (Boom-boom)
GxF to the death of me ('Kay)
Who can fuck with us collectively? (Nobody)
I'm the hardest out, definetly (Woo)
A race to the top, ain't no catchin' me (I'm gone, n***a)
Bullets in the head and neck of me (Ah!)
I feel like God resurrected me (Oh)
I know Paul got a another check for me (Uh)
Look how the Lord keep on blessin' me (Woo!)
The underdog now the best emcee
That's why they all so upset with me (They mad)
They know they can't fuck with my legacy (Uh-uh)
Driveway on duPont Registry (Vroom!)
That's foreign whip after foreign whip, make a foreign bitch get a neck to me ('Kay)
Used to pay for seven, get a extra three
Next tour I'm bringin' the connect with me (Hahaha)
N***as claimin' that they pushed dope
When I see 'em, know they look broke (They hurtin')
They don't even know how to cook coke
Should of watched your OG and took notes (Ha!)
N***as don't want no smoke (Uh-uh)
Starvin' n***a 'til my foot broke ('Kay)
Hidden hills, blowin' kush smoke (Woo)
That was really just a footnote (Ha)
These lil' n***as drinkin' all kind of lean, poppin' all kinda pills (Junkies)
Yeah, they mighta sold a few records but them n***as still lack rhymin' skills ('Kay)
No album, I'ma giant still (Uh)
I ain't even have to sign a deal (Huh?)
Y'all still tryna sign a deal
My mixtape got a vinyl deal (Hahaha)
Hold on, wait one, fuck a second (Woah)
It's sold out in a couple seconds (Woah)
Shit, that gotta be a be fuckin' record
And Marshall wasn't on the fuckin' record (Ha!)
And we ain't even talkin' shirt sells (Talk to 'em!)
Every city on tour, n***a, look how the merch sell (Talk to 'em!)
My name ringin' like church bells ('Kay)
.40 tucked like Shirt Tales (I got 'em)
I ain't fuckin' no bitch who don't know how a five-thousand dollar purse feel (You a bum)
You don't know how hesitant bricks in the rental car from Hertz feel (On bro)
Poppin' shit then apologize but it's too late, you get murked still (Pussy)
Y'all be mumble rappin', I promise y'all
I was done with rappin' then one day, n***a, somethin' happend
Saw a lightnin' strike, I heard thunder clappin', then the sky darken (Ah)
So I walked in the booth, that's where I saw somethin' flashin' (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Daringer played me these hard ass beats, and next thing you know we had a fuckin' classic (Woo!)
[Verse 2]
Paranoia gettin' the best of me ('Kay)
And Brooklyn got my n***a TEC with me (What up?)
My n***a Flee on the left of me (Brra)
He gon' leave a n***a left for me (Boom-boom!)
Paranoia gettin' the best of me ('Kay)
Why you think I keep the scat with me? ('Kay)
My B-More n***as play the field (Bloaw-bloaw), with the whistle, stripes like a referee (Salute)
Take two make it stretch to three (Huh?)
My uncle showed me the receipe (Whip up)
Puerto Rican bitch standin' next to me (Ah)
She'll cut a n***a neck for me (Get up, baby)
Uh
Shout to East and shout out to Wayne-O (What up, n***a)
Uh, I might gotta smack a few rappers, I'm feelin' like Maino (Hahaha)
Uh
They diss and they sneak, they ain't sayin' my name though (They pussy)
Uh
They know I'ma shoot, I ain't gotta explain, no (Grrt!)
Machine

[Outro]
They know what's up, n***a
Invasion (Yeah)
More steroids, that's more sickness (Woo)
More herion and more bricks and
More AKs with thirty shots or more crips and...