You motherfuckers in doom now
Better go to your room now
The illest dope dealer
Only tripping on shrooms now
Been on the grind
But I feel so out of time
When I drive into reality
I think I lose my mind
On the grind ever since
Fucking dimes ever since
Bitch I started making dollars
Now it's mine
Every cent
Feeling like the big house
You just a room I can rent
I'm the baker getting bread
You just a pan with a dent
And I don't really give a fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Yeah they say they fucking with me
Heard they ducking on me
Talking shit about my flow
But still got nothing on me
Running circles around these bitches
While they drop to they knees
Apply pressure
All you ever ganna feel is defeat
Cold shoulder
Grown bolder
And I'm keeping receipts
Talk that shit up on your album
Like you running the streets
Little pussy ass bitch
Ganna feel all the heat
And when I drop my next tape
You going rip
Bitch