2:22 Lyrics

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Eating niggas I dun had me my fill

I been grinding trynna grab a Grammy, nigga trynna grab me a mill

I heard they mad because I'm mad with the skill

And cuz I ain't never have to rap about a topic that ain't happen for real

Label execs is clawing and scratching, they calling and asking, you know, about an offer trynna fill my bag with a deal

(uh)

Whatever all these niggas steady cooking, steady cooking, scary looking please put it back on the grill

Keep it G, I'm a deity

I do's it easily

Call my ahki he could B&E your fucking BNB

I ain't blowing up, like TNT?

Don't worry we'll see

I'm with the mob I feel like Al Pacino

Rocking Valentino

Stacking c-notes

why they mad at me though?

why they mad at me though?

(why, why, why they mad at me though?)

half italian, she love drinking me and cappuccinos

Keep it G, I'm a deity

I do's it easily

Call my ahki he could B&E your fucking BNB

I ain't blowing up, like TNT?

Don't worry we'll see

I ain't blowing up