Below Me

I'm In the mood I be outside
I gotta eat show you my flex
You gon respect
Whatever I do
I'm walking on money
Straight to the checks
No I don't talk I'm all bout action
My hustle really gon show you to rest
I don't expect nun but the best
Bulletproof
Aiming straight to yo chest

Got that bag talk
Isn't this shit that you asked for
The money
The game
The fame
That face too faded try taking ur mask off
Talk to me funny it's blast off
Goofy
You know the racks up
Scato be coming
Too hard
And all they whisper just be trash talk
Building my empire fast walk
Real life dummies owing me money
Always the ones to dash off
Keeping the grass so low
I see the snakes
And feed them what they asked for
It's all clear cut
I don't need to impress nobody it ain't a crash course
Half of these bozos be mad lost
Your team looking like past thoughts

I'm in the mood, I be outside
I gotta eat, show you my flex
You gon respect whatever I do
I'm walking on money straight to the checks

I'm In the mood
I be outside
I gotta eat and show you my flex
You gon respect
Whatever I do
I'm walking on money
Straight to the checks
No I don't talk, I'm all bout action
My hustle really gon show you to rest
I don't expect nun but the best
Bulletproof
Aiming straight to yo chest



Credits
Writer(s): Carla Moscato
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