(Verse 1) These fake woke rappers, talking like politicians He think he the top dog, you’re bottom bitches Every time I’m spitting, there’s a column written You should keep your thoughts to yourself, that’s just my opinion You don’t have to paint me in the finest image Grimey like the Nineties, let 'em try me They gon' rob him for his shiny pendant He going broke in the diamond district Five percent tint, in designer denim Snatch a pint to sip, I speak in tongues and write in hieroglyphs Grim reaper’s scythe, my blunt punch like Tyson fists Walking to the store with my dad, the crib had rats and roaches Mad ferocious, smack you with the hand that I bag the dope with I rap in code, my path was chosen Bragadocious on the track, I'll fucking snap into a Magnum Opus I be feeling stuck in the game, think the paddle frozen Fuck the nigga', I be flicking ashes while the casket open Never fronted like the smartest in the room, 'cuz that could be your doom I’ve seen first hand how an artist get consumed When the market could balloon So I’m sharpening my tools for any offers I could choose (Hook) Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back Bitch I’m back like cooked crack (Verse 2) I can feel your energy, I’m bouncing off it Fiends used to have the big mirror, sniff ounces off it Good for an hour and then crash like the housing market Life is a gamble, pick a number, powerball it Politicians cop dope too, I got a pal in office I don’t have the time to negotiate a thousand offers Still got a shooter to the table, like Kyle Korver Brought 'em back to the green, he Al Horford I don’t do the social gatherings, they be lame as fuck Look at all the dope I’m packaging, tryna' make a buck A.I. ain’t known for practicing, but he laced 'em up I’ve been chasing greatness for a while, I'mma wait for what? We tryna' maximize the net gain While y’all argue about who got the best chain He thought it was sweet, 'til the feds came Nigga' got swept, like the Nets game That’s a tough loss, let your head hang (Hook) Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back Bitch I’m back like cooked crack

(Intro - Anthony Kannon) These fake-woke rappers talking like politicians He think he the top dog, you’re bottom bitches Every time I’m spitting there’s a column written You should keep your thoughts to yourself, that’s just my opinion Hold up, wait a minute Hold up, wait a minute Hold up, wait a minute Hold up, wait a minute (Verse 1 - Brother Tom SOS) Them Buffalo kids back at it again It’s funny they think I’m working black magic again But this is God’s plan If I had it once then I can have it again These blessings coming, you would think I had a magnet within Hold up Sometimes I still see my brother’s body in that casket Every time I go to my mother’s, talk to his ashes I earned everything that I got I put in work when they would not I started manifesting shit when I had got tired of asking Told the money to get over here like I’m scorpion This Griselda, shit October spooky like them Scorpions Did this on my very own, no drizzy 607 Sound could vouch, they gon’ tell you, you should believe me (Hook - Anthony Kannon) Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back Bitch I’m back like cooked crack (Verse 2 - Anthony Kannon) I signed a deal, they say I’m acting funny That’s 'cuz everybody think I got that rapper money Bitch I’m still on the block, passing druggies I’ll choke him to sleep like he in the bassinet with the wrapped Snuggie Gas funky, pounds for fifteen, the trap love me He mad pussy, grab his head and give a fat noogy Bitch I been negotiating high pressure situations Had to learn the business basics Stayed solid, worked every day, there’s nothing to say ‘bout it Every verse is cocaine powder, turn the bass louder Quick transactions, in the city for a show When I’m in Manhattan, I got anywhere to go Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen, fork lifting Got dope in storage pantry, that was like eye candy Had to scrape twelve off the board like Marcus Camby This a cautionary tale, you’ve been warned nigga’ (Hook - Anthony Kannon) Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back Bitch I’m back like cooked crack