Out on my the grind till the am’s,
Grab that leaving no trace like my latex,
I’m a nigga with the hunger like the cavemen,
Every time I drop another bag I say Amen,
Amen, Amen,
Drop that nigga make way lemme pave them,
Sweet melody on my lips I can taste that too,
Out on the strip tryna make that move,
I don’t talk too much but I sure damn prove, prove,
Snakes in the field whos true,
Money don’t sleep so you snooze you lose, lose,
Niggas always get what’s due,
Bare face it can still get shiesty,
Put my town on the map tell em’ it’s big mighty,
Self drive only I drive me,
Foot down on the gass like I got no brakes

Had to shout bro for the method,
Real ones clinging on to me on my entrance,
I’m big boss so I take charge,
Swing it to my young boy till it get gone,

Get gone,
Get gone,
Get Get Get Geh,
Get Gone
X2

They never like me cause I be too much,
And Bun the jake dem they like the ku klux,
Don’t take it to heart I never do trust,
A loyal shooter cause I’m gooner,
The tables will turn turn turn to us,
Drop another bag now I say hallelujah,
Flow hot hot think I need a cooler
When it get gone I ge get mula,
They talk loose and bad but I been that,
Talk like radio1 but I did that,
Finn Wig play me a beat let me spin that,
Big OG with the cash let me live that,
Big OG im the man till I kick back,
Broke days leave behind I don’t miss that,
If I end your game there’s no bring backs,
Real talk it ain’t a game broski

Had to shout bro for the method,
Real ones clinging on to me on my entrance,
I’m big boss so I tek charge,
Swing it to my young boy till it get gone,

Get gone,
Get gone,
Get Get Get Geh,
Get Gone
X2