It's recording? alright, bet
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Uh, look

The quarterback for my n****s, ain't gotta option, uh
Got em running back all my shit, no arian foster
No sponsors or co-signers, just a motherfuckin' monster
Inked up, just to distinct us from fake fucks
Need a band-aid for them pay cuts, they pay us
Just to lay down 16, gon' cost you like 16, matter fact
32, n****s say they ballin' well fuck it, I need a jersey too
Let me in the game n***a, know you so tired of hearing
Them same n****s, them same songs, come sing along and
Bring along, every bad bitch just tell em' to keep they make up on
You sleeping on me? Then fuck you, I hope you wake up on
The wrong side of the bed, side effects from rapping got a n***a
Out of his head, Side bitches get the side dick, don't ask for no head
You must be out ya cranium, it's either that or ya dead, ain't read 48
Laws of power but got more power then fuckin' Trump do
Ain't in no Gucci Gang, but my n****s keep Lil Pump's too
Ski Mask Slump whom-ever who dare to step to a n***a
Bitch I been eatin' in silence like the lunchroom
Cruising thru the ville with a foreign, straight from Brazil
All these Warren Sapp n****s boring, im warning you n****s
Want it like warrants, you n****s more of Horace Grant
Im Jordan the way im scoring and soaring pass you n****s
Like im boarding a, Plain ass n****s, think you better? you
Outta ya brain ass n***a, a cold n***a, that's word to Jermaine
Ask jigga, I been poppin' my shit boy, bitch I been that n***a
Since Bronny had on that 6 boy, bitch I been that n***a since
Six boy, im sick boy, prolly why ya bitch on my dick boy, you
Dig boy? I can never lose while I am on this planet
The greatest rapper alive until I fucking vanish, n***a