I'm in a restaurant mode right now, niggas in the front slow me down
I'm on the way to the mill right now, shorty got a move can't hold me down
I make the lil' ho skate, I get that lil' bitch outta my face
Only thing a hoe can say, nigga you can't rap anyway
I done turned down some deals, 2.5 on bills, yeah
Who the fuck is Jesse Moola
I ain't even shot no videos yet, I ain't even rock no shows yet
I ain't even dropped my heart as yet, I ain't even jumped off a motherfuckin' jet
Hold up, they ain't heard of me yet, these grindin' niggas ready to be set
My 4H, they ain't worry about shit, ain't bring no bitch around, who is that
Uh, yeah, this my shit, slow down the car, I get out and walk
Nevermind, roll down the window and off, next time I paint this city red
Hold up, wait, they gon' white chalk you, I've been sippin' on lean for years
All my stuff on field with tears, now it's time to pop some pills
It's off in sport mode, this my year, on my keys, I'm back in the field
I'm tryna make them retire my jersey, hop in a Lamb truck like it's urgent
Rap gang need me, I'm givin' it surgery, I'm hustlin' right for a verse
If you ain't got this shit, nigga, then die, who the fuck said I ain't need it, man
I done left niggas in they prime, I gave music all my time
I can't wait to charge a dime, no wonder who taught me how to rhyme
You don't know, I guess it's fine, I'm in a rockstar mode right now
Niggas be in that dress, slow me down, I'm on the way to a meal right now
Shout out to Moola, can't hold me down, I make the lil' ho skate
I keep the lil' bitch in my face, only man ho can say
Nigga, you can't rap anyway