(Verse 1)

Can’t do business with these niggas 'cuz they all liars
Beore he claimed he was a killer, he was in the choir
Hall of fame in the trap, my jersey gon' get retired
Shit get crazy when you go from dealer to the buyer
Feel like Jesus with the pack, praise the messiah
Rice and plantains, jambalay
Shoes shining, no they're not diamonds
All it takes is one wheel to get a misalignment
Your life’s on a lease if you get it on consignment
Know a couple fiends, if they don’t get it then they robbing
Take a hit and then they vomit, it’s sickening to watch it
Lowkey impressive how they're picking niggas pockets
Jordan ain’t win 'til he had Pippen and a Rodman
You don’t wanna see the main villain versus Robin
You don’t have interest in the topic
You only have interest when it’s gossip
My interest economic

(Hook)

They don’t play games around here no more
Tried to cry, I don’t shed tears no more
This life shit will catch you by surprise if you let it
The devil working over time for it, give him credit
Eenie, meanie, miney, mo
Catch a rapper by the toe, kill 'em never let 'em go
One, two, three, four
Knock at the door, there’s a package on the second floor

(Verse 2)

Rip niggas A to Z, alphabetic
Aye B, alpha, beta, that's phonetics
Caskets, workout in a box, calisthenics
Apprehended at the scene, they maxing out his sentence
My passion is prophetic
Talking 'bout beef, if it’s active you should dead it
Always crying like babies, way you acting is pathetic
I’m glad someone said it
They be tryna' tell by your past where you’re headed
If mine is any indication, then send my resignation
Every minute stretched out ascending into greatness
The Hall of Fame only has so many spaces
They might never get in, depending on the waitlist
I always did it for the betterment even if it was hard to see it
They want me to sign the deal before I leave the meeting
Paranoia got me spaced out, seeing demons
Everything I’ve seen, I don’t need a reason

(Hook)

They don’t play games around here no more
Tried to cry, I don’t shed tears no more
This life shit will catch you by surprise if you let it
The devil working over time for it, give him credit
Eenie, meanie, miney, mo
Catch a rapper by the toe, kill 'em never let 'em go
One, two, three, four
Knock at the door, there’s a package on the second floor

(Outro)

He’d have a heart attack if picking up my tab alone
Niggas had to keep a burner, they were tapping phones
They hit my cousin with conspiracy like Alex Jones
Throwing bullets, swear that nigga' think he Pat Mahomes