[Chorus: Chase Fetti x3]
I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I would front to work if they paid on time
I'm scrapin' change to hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, these the days of our lives

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, you used to deal Girl, now you unemployed
My fiends jump for joy, my smack hittin', like a punch from Roy
Jones, should I keep the chrome? Ain't have another choice
I'm a bad guy, a rabbi, how I be touchin', boy
I was cuttin' that, boy, with M30's that switch
My stick Bernie Mac, with a clip curve
In fact, you'll get buried, like tryna stick curry
Grab the grip, every time I leave the brib, my bitch worried, uh
Look, I tell her I'm straight, six-thirty
Niggas Oscar the Grouch, I was movin' 'em big birdies
That paper, I make it rain, I promise you'll get, flurries
Like, "damn, where the fuck did you park? Bitch, hurry"
My chips sturdy and they all down
I came from the block like Karl Towns
This Nas, but the law's foul's
This pot and this fork wild
I beat it like Ron Browz
Good stamps, had 'em on the lines like the call dial
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