[Intro]
Yo! Ayo
Ayo, Check it
[Verse 1]
Ayo, I wrote this in a taxi going over the bridge
Looking at the city, thinking to myself, “I’m the king of this”
I watch guys try to rise and falsify images, but they came to die and still my vibe limitless
They impotent I’m potent, divide dope, stash the quotient
The flow the hoes quoting
The one who really got this shit in motion, Game sick, it need Motrin
Pull up with the dope potion rub it on your skin like lotion
You spent your life loafing, screen stuck on loading while I unload it
And still, hold the no.1 to bust your nose bridge
Only G.O.A.T shit, holy ghost with the devil horns through the halo poking
Keep the ghetto J-Lo choke soaking, the sultan, the low jack [?]
You rabbidy rap swag-less niggas bring no hoes in
My heart froze like ice-cold wind, me and “so and so” was cool before but now I’on’ know them
Fuck it, no convo unless you got a budget, if not then I’m reluctant
You have better luck kickin’ the bucket, you on dust thinking you could fuck with this production
I aim the musket and crush your [?]
[Chorus]
On a level you niggas can’t fuck wit'
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t backing down from nothin’
On a level you niggas can’t fuck wit'
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t backing down from nothin’
Yo! Ayo
Ayo, Check it
[Verse 1]
Ayo, I wrote this in a taxi going over the bridge
Looking at the city, thinking to myself, “I’m the king of this”
I watch guys try to rise and falsify images, but they came to die and still my vibe limitless
They impotent I’m potent, divide dope, stash the quotient
The flow the hoes quoting
The one who really got this shit in motion, Game sick, it need Motrin
Pull up with the dope potion rub it on your skin like lotion
You spent your life loafing, screen stuck on loading while I unload it
And still, hold the no.1 to bust your nose bridge
Only G.O.A.T shit, holy ghost with the devil horns through the halo poking
Keep the ghetto J-Lo choke soaking, the sultan, the low jack [?]
You rabbidy rap swag-less niggas bring no hoes in
My heart froze like ice-cold wind, me and “so and so” was cool before but now I’on’ know them
Fuck it, no convo unless you got a budget, if not then I’m reluctant
You have better luck kickin’ the bucket, you on dust thinking you could fuck with this production
I aim the musket and crush your [?]
[Chorus]
On a level you niggas can’t fuck wit'
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t backing down from nothin’
On a level you niggas can’t fuck wit'
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t backing down from nothin’
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