I’ve been going in but I’m going off, yeah
They won’t pay the price they don’t know the cost, sheesh
Pedal to the metal I got no exhaust
Blowing up my phone but I blow her off
Sold my, sold my soul for the sauce
Oh I’m, oh I’m throwed going off

I got so jaded believe when I see it but not when you say it
I’m awfully faded from all the shots on the rocks how I take it
Taking shots at my haters your songs are all flops you should drop all that fake shit
This ain’t COD but they rage quit when I’m going off you just lost you should face it
That’s a guaranteed flex
Fuck my ex I don’t care what she says (I don’t care what she says)
I‘m prepared to be next blowing up I’m aware I’m the best (I’m aware I’m the best)

I’ve been going in but I’m going off, yeah
They won’t pay the price they don’t know the cost, sheesh
Pedal to the metal I got no exhaust
Blowing up my phone but I blow her off
Sold my, sold my soul for the sauce
Oh I’m, oh I’m throwed going off

What you know about dreams?
What you know about schemes?
What you know about cutting loose ends off the team?
What you know about pain?
What you know about fame?
What you know about putting more fuel to the flame?
I made 2,000 beats
I made 200 songs so far
Still don’t know if I was wrong so far
How you sleeping on the boy?
Every motherfuckin song go hard goddamn (goddamn) goddamn (goddamn)

I’ve been going in but I’m going off, yeah
They won’t pay the price they don’t know the cost, sheesh
Pedal to the metal I got no exhaust
Blowing up my phone but I blow her off
Sold my, sold my soul for the sauce
Oh I’m, oh I’m throwed going off