ClosedLoop

Good lord
Paid for it
Hate me for it
Can't afford it
Overseas
Where I store it
Closed loop
No informants
She don't wanna cuddle
She just want the money
And a real nigga
Break her off on Monday
Product of the hustle
Imma get it one day
Seen it with my vision
Imma see it through

Can't fault me for me for my lines, I ain't no California nigga
Shout out California, nigga
Bars nigga, try to keep up
Born in Brooklyn, raised in Queens
Get the money by any means
My preference legal to avoid the D's
My shit straight and I'm charging fees
Get yo fix if you need it
I sell flow, lyrics heated
Reinvesting new revenue
Overnight, it grows by two
I don't miss a beat
My rhythm sticks the landing, turbulence got 'em all scared to lose their seats
I know how to brave the winds that's why I always win, but

It wasn't always this way
Had to claw my up
Grip was on gorilla glue, hold on
Now I'm strong
Wait till you see what's in store, but if you violate I'll send you to the

Good lord
Paid for it
Hate me for it
Can't afford it
Overseas
Where I store it
Closed loop
No informants
She don't wanna cuddle
She just want the money
And a real nigga
Break her off on Monday
Product of the hustle
Imma get it one day
Seen it with my vision
Imma see it through

They make noise, I make moves
Behind the scenes, set up rendezvous
With the dream team we can get it just how we choose
Even the tiniest details, no matter how minute, get thoroughly checked
For any potential wrinkles that pose as a threat
Iron it out then move on to the next
My mind is designed to inquire new finds
Bring 'em to light when they benefit my
Crew nigga, who nigga is you?
Is you the new nigga tryna stir up issues?
Bitch, get slapped in the face with a swift move
We don't waste time with the fakes on that fufu-lame shit
Tryna claim shit, niggas think they build spaceships
You ain't outta this world, you outta your mind, face it, you basic
You don't fit in
My circle of trust circumference is as small as a pin

Shout my niggas
Melvin Alexander Black (BIG MEL!)
Shout my niggas
Lord of the North Dante Blak (HOT DAMN!)
Shout my niggas (YEAH!)
Yo YANITO where you at? (YESSIR!)
Time for you to get racks (LETS GO!)
Hit 'em with the attack (NO FUIMO!)

I'll hit 'em with the yessir, moving like leopard
Hit em with the quickness, bring a little temper
Yea we on a roll, gotta take her soul
They don't even know, life is timber
So I always gotta up the price
'Cause these haters tryna bite
They can never stop my light
I don't have a no kryptonite, I move on 'em
Then plot a big tomb for them
Killing them so slowly
I don't got room for them, gotta show who run rules on 'em
'Cause they can't control me, Imma just cruise on 'em
Make money watch it boom on 'em
Then count them racks, closed looped and that's a fact
Who's you to stop our track, we making money all the time
Peacoat wearing on a high
These girls know that we fly
You know it's on when we arrive
And I don't even wave good bye
My only focus is to ride on the wave
Cut them fakers and just slide everyday
Proving something every time that I play
The games be so serious
Petty like mother fucker, focus on something but they gassed like helium
I don't even know if they really wanted more, but I'm up just keep killing it
Yano the man and the lyricist
Better have a plan or be delirious
Can't squad up against my premiership
Make them say

(Good lord) She don't wanna cuddle
She just want the money
(Good lord) Product of the hustle
Seen it with my vision
Imma see it through
Good lord