(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