Verse 1: Vin Jay
Yo
Livin on ten, no Cloud Nine cause I been above it
Got rid of my friends, need small circles and bigger budgets
Had to make that leap, paid for the words, this talk ain't cheap
I let it rip and that's R.I.P, let it rip and that's R.I.P
Aw yeah they know that I'm on next, y'all blow that's more like a bomb threat
I made a mill and I kept it humble while y'all still broke with a complex
Slower than 5.0 in the projects, speed it up or get left behind
Pessimists who get left to die, try pressin' me, but I'm pressed for timе
I don't press rewind, I go one takе, finna ball out y'all gon' [?]
Touch down and I fuck up the runway, make it back home by Sunday
Never been one for the Monday, always on the move, always on the rise
Competition ain't never gon' survive
I could take 'em all both hands tied, blindfolded, kill your whole franchise
Feel like I'm John Madden, I own the game, and I drop them classics
Look at this guap stackin, I treat the shit like it's prop cash and I
Blow it all, just showin' y'all that this cash ain't shit to me
Hits on hits, I repeat history, then make it all back instantly
[Chorus: ?]
Call me the champ, 'cause I'm bigger than you
I been the man, I been bustin' the moves
Feel like Madden [?] gonna win, never should've let 'em in
[?], I stay on gold
Yo
Livin on ten, no Cloud Nine cause I been above it
Got rid of my friends, need small circles and bigger budgets
Had to make that leap, paid for the words, this talk ain't cheap
I let it rip and that's R.I.P, let it rip and that's R.I.P
Aw yeah they know that I'm on next, y'all blow that's more like a bomb threat
I made a mill and I kept it humble while y'all still broke with a complex
Slower than 5.0 in the projects, speed it up or get left behind
Pessimists who get left to die, try pressin' me, but I'm pressed for timе
I don't press rewind, I go one takе, finna ball out y'all gon' [?]
Touch down and I fuck up the runway, make it back home by Sunday
Never been one for the Monday, always on the move, always on the rise
Competition ain't never gon' survive
I could take 'em all both hands tied, blindfolded, kill your whole franchise
Feel like I'm John Madden, I own the game, and I drop them classics
Look at this guap stackin, I treat the shit like it's prop cash and I
Blow it all, just showin' y'all that this cash ain't shit to me
Hits on hits, I repeat history, then make it all back instantly
[Chorus: ?]
Call me the champ, 'cause I'm bigger than you
I been the man, I been bustin' the moves
Feel like Madden [?] gonna win, never should've let 'em in
[?], I stay on gold
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