[Chorus: Ryan Oakes]
I do this shit for real I don’t pretend, yuh yuh
I make that money I don’t ever make amends, yuh yuh
Gimme a year I'm boutta cop myself a Benz, yuh yuh
Cause I'ma triple every penny that I spend yuh yuh
I'm boutta cop myself a crib up on the coast, yuh yuh
Y'all ain’t doing shit but somehow do the most, yuh yuh
Got people looking at me like they seen a ghost, yuh yuh
They mad I'm living rich while they still living broke, yuh yuh yuh

[Verse 1: Ryan Oakes]
I heard you talking like you hard
Allow me to intervene
I been on that new shit
These stupid rappers better get out my league
Everybody re-routed with useless
Pollution over these beats
I'm coming for the hugest
In music pursuing taking they seat
Let’s get it, I'm working, manifesting my purpose
Can’t attest to those nervous rappers
Making music that's wordless
They make stupid a service
We in that cut like nurses
Hurting staying up I never take a break
I live everything I speak bitch
There ain’t nothing here that's fake because I
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