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Young Black educated with a fukin degree
And a short temper for disrespect
So keep it G or quit fukin with me
I've been like Stevie to bullshit
But I hear the talk so I gotta go see
Cause they callin me king and I can't crown myself
But I'm holdin the title for ransom with me
So I do what the fuk that I want
And I say just what I feel
Couple a folks in my ear tellin me chill
Lil bitch you ain't payin no bills
Two middle fingers to ceils
Emotions thoughts and appeals
Yea that means fuk how you feel
Keepin two flat solid one hunnid & trill
Since y'all don't know what real is
Damn
U N O feel like the man
Yea bitch I feel like the man
I'm never workin on credit
I need all a mine in advance
Put all my cash in my hand
Damn
Lately that's my only plan
Stack it all up and then scram
Screamin shazam
Then disappear like Houdini Chris Angel or Mr Chapelle
That's just how I am
I tried to leave it alone
But they insisted I claim me a throne
Long as it comes with a couple a queens
And a team and a dream and a couple a homes
Been up in Golds so my verses are strong
Couple a chickens been taggin along
They say I'm a dog but fuk it
As long as they comin to me with a couple a bones
We G
Got lost found a whole new me
Nigas turned left got a whole new team
Rode a new wave to a whole new sea
Scream RADtalk cause that's still my peeps
And you don't wanna fuk around with my things
Or imma pick you off ike you stuck in my teeth
Ignore all the buzz and let em all be
Let em all be and let em all woah

Talkin that profit
If it's anything else
Then it's probably nonsense
Every song that I drop
Imma battle to top it
They let a niga get plugged
Now I'm burnin down sockets
Start a fire then
Woah
Talkin that profit
If it's anything else
Then it's probably nonsense
Every song that I drop
Imma battle to top it
They let a niga get plugged
Now I'm burnin down sockets
Start a fire then woah

I've been croppin the competition
Now they look microscopic
Been out a space with the Martians
In orbit fukin with rockets
My time is forever timeless
So I use it for profit
Cause climbin my only option
So I can't ever stop it
I tried to give up the music
People won't let me leave it
A 9 to 5 soundin stupid
And quittin too fukin easy
Took a little from Cupid
Fell in love with a breezy
Then lost a little a me
When it went sour
But now I'm peachy
Now I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my grind
Keepin Ten Down so no bendin my spine
Too busy to meditate but I'm tryin
Couple rolled up so a niga too fly
Green in my system I feel like Popeye
Am what I am so quit askin bout I
Do what I do get it done when I try
Damn you would think that I was signed
I'm the man I'm the shit I am that guy
Disagree prove it my only reply
Been way too faded to dance or to drive
So I'm two steppin and catchin a ride
Barely could see where I'm goin man I
Probably tell if I open my eyes
But I'm too faded to keep any open
So when I sit down I be here for the night
Woah

Talkin that profit
If it's anything else
Then it's probably nonsense
Every song that I drop
Imma battle to top it
They let a niga get plugged
Now I'm burnin down sockets
Start a fire then
Woah