[Intro: Mark Battles]
Sonus
Uh-huh
Alright

[Chorus: Mark Battles]
I'm careful who I sit with
You don't need a beauty shop to get your wig split
Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit
Big dick, big hits, bitch, I'm big lit (Uh)
My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit
If your mama still work, you ain't did shit
We was really going broke just to live rich

[Verse 1: Mark Battles]
It was me, twelve, young wanting bread, bread
Uh, we 'bout a decade strong (Strong)
Started from the bottom now the check's way long (Long)
I'm here for a night then the next day gone
Consistent with the mission while the rest stay home
Wrong if you niggas thinkin' I'ma screw it up (Huh?)
They ain't know the Vasi gang until I threw it up (Yeah)
True enough, now the paper lookin' blue as fuck (Yeah, yeah)
You can feed me any beat and I'ma chew it up
Lock lips, I ain't into the gossip
I get this bitch jumpin' like a mosh pit (Uh)
On my Harry Pot' shit 'cause we got sticks
Put you in a box quick like Rod' Ricch
Don't compare a fly bitch to a side dish (No)
Sick of all the fake shit, come and try this
You need some real nigga dick, come and ride this
On some real nigga shit, I'ma glide this
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