Mode
And I got
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
I just rocked out at my show, I know that I'm gonna get paid today
I wear designer clothes, I don't really care what designers say
Keeping lead on me though, all my pop, they gon' run away
Baby just text me tho, "Meet me at San Francisco Bay"
I'm sick of these rappers that take all the credit
For birthing a wave while I'm counting this cheddar
There isn't a rapper that could do it better
I stay with the gap, I got a money shredder
Boy you know me, I am the money spreader
Chains on my neck and I swear that they're wetter
I'm coming with 2, call it a double header
Go head and pay bout a rack to the bettors
I do not play
People get sprayed
Soon as they see me they begin to pray
Where did they go?
Oh wait, hello
Hide from the Past, we gon' hit you and throw
They cannot see me
I move discreetly
Chopping 'em down, make 'em dance like The Bee Gees
Or Patrick Swayze
Gun going crazy
Now I make more money than Mr. Jay-Z
She say she know
I gotta go
Moving too slow
Fill in the row
Girl do not start
I got no heart
Hit like a dart
I'm off the chart
What is the claim?
I'm not to blame
I got the aim
Shoot like I'm Dame
Rest In Peace to
Whole Lotta Blue
We jumping out cause I got
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
Man I swear, definition of a king
Told 'em T, I ain't never a facade
Just look on the East
European everything I ever bought
Will I ever go down? Said no baby
When I come around it's too hazy
Man I got it going, man I'm going crazy
I could still be hitting when I turn eighty
People always saying they gon' take me down
The price is on my head, about a hunnid mil'
Everyday another couple a hunnid thou'
In a couple years about a hunnid bil'
Yeah I got
4 gats for a opp in the back with a couple hunnid rounds and a couple hunnid racks
3 facts, I got money, I got shooters, and they running round murdered like a homie wearing all black
Too lax like a oppa caught lacking, had to bury 'nother body 'cause a oppa wasn't strapped
1 man and it's me bringing heat to the world, know I come with the fire on all tracks
No cap, I'm killing it
I stay with a strap, never caught without a ratch
Like Gates, I'm billing em
Know you owe me a check, either run it up or snatch
No brakes, just gas, you know I'm going
Babygirl like the way I'm showing
Stuck in the Past, you know she boring
She in my ear, this girl annoying
Little girl act like she still glowing
I will not talk, this girl tip-toeing
Babygirl know that I'm just toying
She cannot stay, she knowing
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
I just rocked out at my show, I know that I'm gonna get paid today
I wear designer clothes, I don't really care what designers say
Keeping lead on me though, all my pop, they gon' run away
Baby just text me tho, "Meet me at San Francisco Bay"
I'm sick of these rappers that take all the credit
For birthing a wave while I'm counting this cheddar
There isn't a rapper that could do it better
I stay with the gap, I got a money shredder
Boy you know me, I am the money spreader
Chains on my neck and I swear that they're wetter
I'm coming with 2, call it a double header
Go head and pay bout a rack to the bettors
I do not play
People get sprayed
Soon as they see me they begin to pray
Where did they go?
Oh wait, hello
Hide from the Past, we gon' hit you and throw
They cannot see me
I move discreetly
Chopping 'em down, make 'em dance like The Bee Gees
Or Patrick Swayze
Gun going crazy
Now I make more money than Mr. Jay-Z
She say she know
I gotta go
Moving too slow
Fill in the row
Girl do not start
I got no heart
Hit like a dart
I'm off the chart
What is the claim?
I'm not to blame
I got the aim
Shoot like I'm Dame
Rest In Peace to
Whole Lotta Blue
We jumping out cause I got
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
Man I swear, definition of a king
Told 'em T, I ain't never a facade
Just look on the East
European everything I ever bought
Will I ever go down? Said no baby
When I come around it's too hazy
Man I got it going, man I'm going crazy
I could still be hitting when I turn eighty
People always saying they gon' take me down
The price is on my head, about a hunnid mil'
Everyday another couple a hunnid thou'
In a couple years about a hunnid bil'
Yeah I got
4 gats for a opp in the back with a couple hunnid rounds and a couple hunnid racks
3 facts, I got money, I got shooters, and they running round murdered like a homie wearing all black
Too lax like a oppa caught lacking, had to bury 'nother body 'cause a oppa wasn't strapped
1 man and it's me bringing heat to the world, know I come with the fire on all tracks
No cap, I'm killing it
I stay with a strap, never caught without a ratch
Like Gates, I'm billing em
Know you owe me a check, either run it up or snatch
No brakes, just gas, you know I'm going
Babygirl like the way I'm showing
Stuck in the Past, you know she boring
She in my ear, this girl annoying
Little girl act like she still glowing
I will not talk, this girl tip-toeing
Babygirl know that I'm just toying
She cannot stay, she knowing
4 shows in the time of a week
You know it's
3 pros, Daniel, Ty B, and me
And I got
2 phones, like my name is Hakeem
And I got
1 mode, yeah I rage in the streets
Yeah
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Writer(s): Huntley Herring
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