[Intro]
It's like the military
You see soldiers marchin'
With orders to knock it out the park
[Refrain]
And we all about this money (Yeah)
And it’s all about this money (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, you know we 'bout to run it
And you know we 'bout to run it
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (State lines)
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (For the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (For the Mets)
YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (The 'jеcts)
I'm applying pressure, I see why she prеssed (Why she pressed)
When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF)
N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (My last breath, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I'm bigger than algorithms if I'm being direct
Used to play McGruff, freestyles on cassette
Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread
While the D's and the Feds watching
Before New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge
Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug
I was home reading a book, top speed, probably a blunt
A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it's hamachi
I ain't commercialized, how can they stop me
Got two fists up in the air, top of the steps like Rocky
Tired of picking up clothes, I got a personal shopper
Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar, yeah
It's like the military
You see soldiers marchin'
With orders to knock it out the park
[Refrain]
And we all about this money (Yeah)
And it’s all about this money (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, you know we 'bout to run it
And you know we 'bout to run it
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (State lines)
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (For the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (For the Mets)
YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (The 'jеcts)
I'm applying pressure, I see why she prеssed (Why she pressed)
When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF)
N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (My last breath, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I'm bigger than algorithms if I'm being direct
Used to play McGruff, freestyles on cassette
Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread
While the D's and the Feds watching
Before New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge
Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug
I was home reading a book, top speed, probably a blunt
A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it's hamachi
I ain't commercialized, how can they stop me
Got two fists up in the air, top of the steps like Rocky
Tired of picking up clothes, I got a personal shopper
Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar, yeah
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