[Chorus] Yeah, ayy, okay You think you’re prepared? You’re not prepared Them dudes over there do not compare Stuck to the code that got me here It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there
[Post-Chorus] I just had got back to the city, I'm good She tryna link up and I think that we should Don't nobody else do this shit how I do it There's money to make and I'm tryna get to it A legend already, I don't gotta prove it I want the new Bentley, I don't want the Buick I jump on the beat and get very abusive Ball on these niggas like Gary, no Busey
[Verse 1] Most of these rappers is not who they say they is I just do not know why y'all even play they shit Soon as y'all get information you say the shit All of my secrets? I go to the grave with it Make your own bed then after you lay in it Money it come and go, people that came and went You gave the game away, didn't even pay for it That be the lamest shit, ain't that the lamest shit? I could care less 'bout no clout or no fame and shit I'ma get money and keep entertaining shit Bitches you fuckin’, the niggas you hangin' with Them be the best indicators of who you is I am not new to this, truly I'm true to this I spray at anyone, I don't care who you is Swear I'm the realest that's currently doing this Who else you know that influence influencers?
[Chorus] Yeah, ayy, okay You think you’re prepared? You’re not prepared Them dudes over there do not compare I stuck to the code that got me here It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there
[Verse 2] So many things that dropped this year I'm finna fuck up the block this year It really ain't much I got to fear They had me before but not this year I'm on a whole different vibe There's no way of blowing my high so don't even try Most of these niggas be lying Don't even be going outside, so really it's quiet Yeah, I said it, I meant it and I'm sticking by it You said there's money to get at I'm asking you why do you preach to the choir? Hit the hotel and checked into the president suite Now I need a Melania My flow on water like Anya Frozen like Anna, niggas ain't hot enough Sheesh, might even put on a fleece I don’t clock in to a job, I just be managing beats All I can do is go hard, I don't know how to go weak Young nigga paid the cost to turn to a boss I got the receipts
[Chorus] Yeah, ayy, okay You think you’re prepared? You’re not prepared Them dudes over there do not compare Stuck to the code that got me here It's up, it's stuck, it's locked up there
[Post-Chorus] I just had got back to the city, I'm good She tryna link up and I think that we should Don't nobody else do this shit how I do it There's money to make and I'm tryna get to it A legend already, I don't gotta prove it I want the new Bentley, I don't want the Buick I jump on the beat and get very abusive Ball on these niggas like Gary, no BuseyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
