STATEMENT

They say the more funds you collect the more problems you get
My playground's a minefield I got to watch where I step
Heavy champ pound for pound I need more 0s on the check
Hop in different time zones when I jug on the net
I'm catching lobs Like the second year the Clippers had Blake
The shoebox got high blood pressure boy my pockets overweight
Full time baker cause I flip dough and I love hoes with cake
I'm skinny with a belly but financially in shape
Married to this paper had to cheat on the bank
This world unfaithful go and fuck what you think
From 101 to typing pin I'm still filling my tank
My thumb in love with Robert Borden and Benjamin Frank
I got groupie hoes bugging cuz I'm good at this shit
This rap shit cost some money could've bought a few bricks
This rap shit I really treat it like I'm flipping a brick
And if you get a profile I just might show you a trick
I provide for who I love no question ask that's what I does
One time for my boys scamming pimping hoes and selling drugs
There's an issue I address it don't sweep shit under the rug
A fuck nigga is what you is ain't tryna hear bout what you was
I operate on different frequencies can't kick it with you clowns
See I influence the money not the other way around
I'm consistently in the game I'm never out of bounds
My foundations way to solid boy I'm anchored to the ground
We trap in luxury apartments brought to you by the Frap
Quarterback I'm running plays I can't afford to get sacked
I just might play defensive end the way I get to the sack
This a man's sport you rappers want a pat on the back
I got angry dawgs they bite If you play with my name
They say pressure bust pipes it's best you stay in your lane
I'm no where near my prime and I influence the game
Its rush hour all day long ain't no stopping this train



Credits
Writer(s): Fritz Clerveaux
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