[Verse 1: Che Noir]:
Look, skin chocolate or brown, shape butter, bein' a boss as a child
'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh
See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw, nigga, I'm the talk of the town
Broke niggas always say shit, it's not my fault that you down
I paid these niggas no attention when they tell me they want me
And shoot a nigga on the corner and a joke 'cause he funny
You outside all day but still failed to get money?
At this point y'all got me convinced y'all niggas sellin' the money
Look, this that Upstate New York shit
And just to get my money up I did a few morе flips
And just to get my name out I took a few morе trips
Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6
Look, I got my foot on this pedal
I'm still convinced that I can get my niggas out of this ghetto and still get rich
Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist
But niggas still keep enough metal to build a fence
[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]:
Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)
And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God (Of the God)
Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore
The kind amount'll be much more (Uhuh)
Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)
In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot (Woo)
See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'
I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)
Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray
Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)
With the top scope, nigga, that be filet
Got niggas that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Damn)
We still baggin' it (Uhuh)
I dropped the ice cubes and I see things
Big worm's head in the cabinet (Uhuh)
Nigga, no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it (Uhuh)
Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God
Look, skin chocolate or brown, shape butter, bein' a boss as a child
'Cause it's based off your mindset not your dollar or mosh
See, I'm crossin' the ground, naw, nigga, I'm the talk of the town
Broke niggas always say shit, it's not my fault that you down
I paid these niggas no attention when they tell me they want me
And shoot a nigga on the corner and a joke 'cause he funny
You outside all day but still failed to get money?
At this point y'all got me convinced y'all niggas sellin' the money
Look, this that Upstate New York shit
And just to get my money up I did a few morе flips
And just to get my name out I took a few morе trips
Then I split the money even just like 2 for 6
Look, I got my foot on this pedal
I'm still convinced that I can get my niggas out of this ghetto and still get rich
Seek through dollar-flooded bezels to fill our wrist
But niggas still keep enough metal to build a fence
[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]:
Tell 'em rhymers I'm goin' harder (I'm goin' harder)
And I ain't just spittin', it's the saliva of the God (Of the God)
Carve my face in the Mount Rushmore
The kind amount'll be much more (Uhuh)
Off K we buyin' property too (Facts)
In the game we step on squares like the Monopoly shoot (Woo)
See we never gon' stop what we do, the band is just startin'
I can get the work cheaper then stand for Martin (Hehe)
Say what you say, let's have 'em a disarray
Infra-red light on the barrel, see disarray (Disarray)
With the top scope, nigga, that be filet
Got niggas that Pop Smoke soundin' like Michel'le (Damn)
We still baggin' it (Uhuh)
I dropped the ice cubes and I see things
Big worm's head in the cabinet (Uhuh)
Nigga, no emblem 'cause I ain't havin' it (Uhuh)
Believe in ya anthem, I'm cappin' it, God
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