[Verse 1: Vin Jay]
Hold up, wait a minute, let me spit game
Still runnin' my team, King James
Came up and I'm runnin' with some big names
And no wonder why they hate ya'll bitch-made
Think back when I rap on the playground
Body anybody with the bars when they came 'round
Hard times but I knew I never stayed down
Fuck around and made a hundred grand through the PayPal
'Member when I would rap for loose change
Married to the game so cast the bouquet
I mass-produce flames, I clapped the new wave
Got the ball now, put all my raps in 2K
Eastside living when I creep on bitches
But nobody see me comin', it's a recon mission
Two twelves in the back of my Nissan, kickin'
I don't ever got to flex just to keep on winnin'
Real shit, man, I studied the best
And I've never give it less than a hundred percent
But ya'll thinkin' I'ma fail, I'ma double your bag
'Cause I've been runnin' with the rock, I ain't fumbling yet, come on
Ya'll don't really wanna test the man
I broke into the game, no exit plan
So let 'em keep on talking, I just advance
And get your girl down south like Texas fans
See the way that I maneuver, no UAV
Make 'em all stand still, Veneneuse Swae Lee
Gon' flex on the haters with a few APs
Ain't no motherfucking wonder why the crew hates me
Watch as I put 'em in their place
Too gassed up, I don't ever take a break
Even when I'm burnt out, I be finishing a race
Ya'll finna get last, start picking up the pace
Hold up, wait a minute, let me spit game
Still runnin' my team, King James
Came up and I'm runnin' with some big names
And no wonder why they hate ya'll bitch-made
Think back when I rap on the playground
Body anybody with the bars when they came 'round
Hard times but I knew I never stayed down
Fuck around and made a hundred grand through the PayPal
'Member when I would rap for loose change
Married to the game so cast the bouquet
I mass-produce flames, I clapped the new wave
Got the ball now, put all my raps in 2K
Eastside living when I creep on bitches
But nobody see me comin', it's a recon mission
Two twelves in the back of my Nissan, kickin'
I don't ever got to flex just to keep on winnin'
Real shit, man, I studied the best
And I've never give it less than a hundred percent
But ya'll thinkin' I'ma fail, I'ma double your bag
'Cause I've been runnin' with the rock, I ain't fumbling yet, come on
Ya'll don't really wanna test the man
I broke into the game, no exit plan
So let 'em keep on talking, I just advance
And get your girl down south like Texas fans
See the way that I maneuver, no UAV
Make 'em all stand still, Veneneuse Swae Lee
Gon' flex on the haters with a few APs
Ain't no motherfucking wonder why the crew hates me
Watch as I put 'em in their place
Too gassed up, I don't ever take a break
Even when I'm burnt out, I be finishing a race
Ya'll finna get last, start picking up the pace
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