Grew up like Me Xavy Rusan

[Verse 1]
Kick the type of shit that only winners can
Call me Mr. Long Schlong, itchy inner hand
Bitch, I been a man, movin' like a businessman
Mobbin' dolo prolly cancelin' our dinner plan
Keep my lungs full of gas with some gold on my collar
Actin' stingy wit’ these Benjies, ho, I need every dollar
Got a Dutchie full of spice and a spice girl choosin'
Got 'em mad at the God 'cause they product ain't movin'
I been heavy steppin' on 'em like a triple chin, ho
I'm like, what the fuck you mean? Please come again, ho
Niggas steady playin' games, but they never win, though
Scorin' every time I touch down like the end zone
Told them I cannot apologize, I keep it buck fifty
My beginnin' came from winnin', you ain't gotta fuck wit' me
I'm the top tier shotta, this is not for the L-O
Puttin' coochie on my face and puttin' opps in my rello

[Pre-Chorus]
Throwin' hands at yo' public school (Sound like me)
Probably smash you and yo' cousin too (Sound like me)
Bending corners while I'm bendin' rules (Sound like me)
All that shit you talkin', it ain't nothin new (Bitch, it sound like me)

[Chorus]
Tell 'em put it in my hand wit' no lip service (Ayy)
Ho, I been a man, bitch, I been workin' (Ayy)
Put it my hand wit' no lip service (Ayy)
Ho, I been a man, got my wrist workin' (Ayy)