[Verse 1: Connor Price] Every day that they see me, they like, "What's up, dude?" (What's up, dude?) I tell 'em, "Not much" (Not much), but we know it's not true Got a to-do list that every day I gotta run through (Yeah) I don't wanna small talk 'bout it, let the work talk for me (Ayy, woah, woah) Yeah, I don't tell nobody 'bout my secrets (Nah) Keep it to myself 'cause nowadays they wanna leak it (Right) I don't even share it with my family as of recent (Mm) Not 'cause I don't trust 'em, I would rather let 'em see it for themselves I got insecurities, I don't wear them on my sleeve So you know I gotta keep 'em on the shelf Like awards I don't have yet And every second that I wasted talkin' 'bout it is a second I can't have back, look [Chorus: Connor Price] I don't wanna tell 'em everything I'm gonna do I would rather show them everything that I achieved I don't wanna tell 'em that I got it with no proof I would rather show them the receipts
[Verse 2: Connor Price] I find it funny how they say you gotta talk less and do more When I rap, I talk more and do less Already had a blue check before I made the music And now I'm makin' verified hits every stu' session (Go) I got ways to go, I know I'll never stop Opportunities are comin' to me, I'ma let 'em knock Open up the door and let 'em in, how could I ever not? Better pop off any second, head spinnin' like a helicopter Let it breathe, then I'm back in it You can give me any beat and I'm attackin' it (Yeah) Four hundred at bat what I'm averagin' 4 of Clubs on the cap, the establishment (Woah) At the show and the crowd get loud to it Lyrics stay slick, but it's still got a bounce to it First-round pick if they ever get around to it First-round K.O., I don't gotta round-two it
[Chorus: Connor Price & Lex Bratcher] I don't wanna tell 'em everything I'm gonna do (What?) I would rather show them everything that I achieved (True) I don't wanna tell 'em that I got it with no proof (Huh?) I would rather show them the receipts (The receipts)
[Verse 3: Lex Bratcher] I don't wanna tell 'em how much money I'ma blow (What?) I would rather show 'em when I pull up in that Beam' (Woah) I don't wanna tell 'em not to fuck 'round with the goat (Why?) I would rather pull up with the banger on the seats (Yeah) Dicks hatin', these cats bitin' my plays like every week (What?) Quit playin' 'fore I'm aimin' and sprayin' at ya teeth (Oh) In laymen's, they can't play with this human, I'm elite (Huh?) What I'm sayin' is you my pet in this game, now where's your leash? (Ooh) Big brain, got my pen stayin' on jet flame (Flame) Feel the pain whenever I start orangutangin' the beat (Buh, buh) Get paid for a quick eight, was just laid (Woo) Man, I ate so many verses, I think they stainin' on my teeth Hold on, let me check that (Huh?) Huh, got 'em askin', "Where is Lex at?" (Where?) Best rap, got 'em pressed bad, what you said? Cap Matty Beats, Lex, and Connor P, gon' get your neck snapped, yeah
[Chorus: Connor Price] I don't wanna tell 'em everything I'm gonna do I would rather show them everything that I achieved I don't wanna tell 'em that I got it with no proof I would rather show them the receiptsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
