Versus
Yeah
Who's who
Y'all control V for what's new
But nah, niggas can't control C if I told you what to do
Copy that
I'm saying it ain't short cuts to my keys
Y'all couldn't get a whip this hard in 1833
Or chains this thick
But ain't no diamond neck for me
Don't gotta stunt to say I got it I just flex a USB
But nothing guaranteed
What goes up must come back down
But y'all ain't got it up yet like you was scared to get aroused
Same shit, different day
I could never live that way
I just buy it if I want it I don't gotta check the bank
Look
Man to man, let's not go band for band
You'd rather open up the closet we can go brand for brand
I could wear Shaka harder than you wearing Saint Laurent
With $10 jeans from shein still worth 100g's
Niggas couldn't fathom half of what I knew at 17
Now I got a nice drive cuz I'm staying on the green
But who keeping count when you making all this heat
Tryna Kraft me up a single just so I can make some cheese
But I still lack toast need to get something for my holster
Before I get burnt with the bread like the whip a toaster
Cold shoulders suck when I ain't give it back
My cuff already fucked
Now I need a knife in the back
I moonwalk towards the edge with hair like young jack
Waiting for the back door like I snuck in the back
Said the same word 3 times but I still make it rhyme
Like my name was Beetlejuice during Halloween time
It's scary
Where the parties in LA
With the snakes in the grass talking bout the money
And a dime will take your change as soon as you look away
Not a single quarter back now she on the next play
I told you
That money make a big difference
When the paper involved make niggas act like some bitches
I'm kidding, before that get me some stitches
You could double my green that don't make you the richest
You could double my team yeah but C coefficient
No limits, fuck a roof ceiling breaking in a minute
See you back at the beginning
Cuz the starting line is finish
5 feet not double digits
But I bet I'll be the biggest
Oh
If not then 6 feet deep
If I'm lying I'm dying niggas could not be me
And my wood tell the truth like I'm Pinocchi-
Oh my bad forgot I got kids watching my show Documentary about how this mullato grow
From begging for a listen to a 100k show
But if I speak it then it's corny but then how y'all gon know
That I was good from the jump like Mike from the free throw
Shit, but I be Ali when I'm writing
In my composition or my notes then I'm typing
But either way I'm fighting, do I do it for me
The world on my chest but my press still clean
One shoulder cried on and the other for leans
Dreams keeping me awake got me running from sleep
2am my bed empty, eyelids real heavy
Mind racing at Mach 5 and going real steady
But I still keep moving I got a family to free
My parents from Unc, and my sisters from sally
Never put my self first swear that it could be worse
Cuz life without Strife gon make everybody work
Thankfully I'm so cold that the devil get sick
I been spitting so hard that it's making him sniff
Rewind the track and listen close for some shit that you missed
And scrunch your face real tight like you was smelling some shit
Yeah
Who's who
Y'all control V for what's new
But nah, niggas can't control C if I told you what to do
Copy that
I'm saying it ain't short cuts to my keys
Y'all couldn't get a whip this hard in 1833
Or chains this thick
But ain't no diamond neck for me
Don't gotta stunt to say I got it I just flex a USB
But nothing guaranteed
What goes up must come back down
But y'all ain't got it up yet like you was scared to get aroused
Same shit, different day
I could never live that way
I just buy it if I want it I don't gotta check the bank
Look
Man to man, let's not go band for band
You'd rather open up the closet we can go brand for brand
I could wear Shaka harder than you wearing Saint Laurent
With $10 jeans from shein still worth 100g's
Niggas couldn't fathom half of what I knew at 17
Now I got a nice drive cuz I'm staying on the green
But who keeping count when you making all this heat
Tryna Kraft me up a single just so I can make some cheese
But I still lack toast need to get something for my holster
Before I get burnt with the bread like the whip a toaster
Cold shoulders suck when I ain't give it back
My cuff already fucked
Now I need a knife in the back
I moonwalk towards the edge with hair like young jack
Waiting for the back door like I snuck in the back
Said the same word 3 times but I still make it rhyme
Like my name was Beetlejuice during Halloween time
It's scary
Where the parties in LA
With the snakes in the grass talking bout the money
And a dime will take your change as soon as you look away
Not a single quarter back now she on the next play
I told you
That money make a big difference
When the paper involved make niggas act like some bitches
I'm kidding, before that get me some stitches
You could double my green that don't make you the richest
You could double my team yeah but C coefficient
No limits, fuck a roof ceiling breaking in a minute
See you back at the beginning
Cuz the starting line is finish
5 feet not double digits
But I bet I'll be the biggest
Oh
If not then 6 feet deep
If I'm lying I'm dying niggas could not be me
And my wood tell the truth like I'm Pinocchi-
Oh my bad forgot I got kids watching my show Documentary about how this mullato grow
From begging for a listen to a 100k show
But if I speak it then it's corny but then how y'all gon know
That I was good from the jump like Mike from the free throw
Shit, but I be Ali when I'm writing
In my composition or my notes then I'm typing
But either way I'm fighting, do I do it for me
The world on my chest but my press still clean
One shoulder cried on and the other for leans
Dreams keeping me awake got me running from sleep
2am my bed empty, eyelids real heavy
Mind racing at Mach 5 and going real steady
But I still keep moving I got a family to free
My parents from Unc, and my sisters from sally
Never put my self first swear that it could be worse
Cuz life without Strife gon make everybody work
Thankfully I'm so cold that the devil get sick
I been spitting so hard that it's making him sniff
Rewind the track and listen close for some shit that you missed
And scrunch your face real tight like you was smelling some shit
Yeah
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Writer(s): Cameron Matthews
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