[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Headshots to all my rivals
Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
Bitches fake, niggas follow
On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
When the money close, I can't but help but count it
C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Headshots to all my rivals
Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
Bitches fake, niggas follow
On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
When the money close, I can't but help but count it
C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
(Got 'em on they tippy toes)
Maybe 'cause the flow so cold (So cold)
Heard you was a king, so cold (So cold)
Heard I was a killer, who told you, nigga? (Who told?)
(Somebody gonna hit the floor)
If a nigga get too close (Too close)
Niggas try and fuck with the Coast, yeah (Coast)
Niggas try and fuck with the Pro (Look)
I ain't ever read no Bible (No Bible)
Wish I never met my idols (My idols)
Meet 'em and they all turn rivals (Turn rivals)
Hard flows, comin' for the title, wait
Feed them and they all still bite you (Still bite you)
Keep 'em at a distance, close by you (Close by you)
When the time come, they gon' try you (Gon' try you)
Effort's all about how you apply to it, apply to it
Now I gotta ride with it
Niggas always tryna find a fuckin' plot to twist
Got me stressin', thinkin', "How the fuck it got to this?"
Now everybody got a hypothesis
It's obvious, y'all just in it for the come-up
Got you niggas up 'til sun-up
Y'all niggas just tryna one-up
Either way, it won't add up, won't sum up (Sum up, sum up)
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Headshots to all my rivals
Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
Bitches fake, niggas follow
On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
When the money close, I can't but help but count it
C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Headshots to all my rivals
Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol
Bitches fake, niggas follow
On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto
When the money close, I can't but help but count it
C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
(Got 'em on they tippy toes)
Maybe 'cause the flow so cold (So cold)
Heard you was a king, so cold (So cold)
Heard I was a killer, who told you, nigga? (Who told?)
(Somebody gonna hit the floor)
If a nigga get too close (Too close)
Niggas try and fuck with the Coast, yeah (Coast)
Niggas try and fuck with the Pro (Look)
I ain't ever read no Bible (No Bible)
Wish I never met my idols (My idols)
Meet 'em and they all turn rivals (Turn rivals)
Hard flows, comin' for the title, wait
Feed them and they all still bite you (Still bite you)
Keep 'em at a distance, close by you (Close by you)
When the time come, they gon' try you (Gon' try you)
Effort's all about how you apply to it, apply to it
Now I gotta ride with it
Niggas always tryna find a fuckin' plot to twist
Got me stressin', thinkin', "How the fuck it got to this?"
Now everybody got a hypothesis
It's obvious, y'all just in it for the come-up
Got you niggas up 'til sun-up
Y'all niggas just tryna one-up
Either way, it won't add up, won't sum up (Sum up, sum up)
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