Intro Lyrics

Back already they ain’t see me coming I be working like gates

I got 10 jobs I be getting down I ain’t talking bout the Harlem shake

Circle real small like a fruit loop I be watching out for the snakes

This year I’m a get up on my Betty Crocker promise ima get a bunch a cake

I’m legal blind to the hate

But I can see through the fake

Real McCoy no knockout

No I don’t carry the trait

Somebody call up sway

Tell him Houston problem

And puntin ain’t come to play

Flow wet like I’m mopping

Came all this way I’m own

Don’t let me get my zone

The rap game been a circus

So I’m here for the throne

You trying to stick with the Jones

A lot of rappers turned clone

Half you rappers acting hard

Know you’re sweeter than a snow cone

Anything that I say behind your back I can say it to your face

I’m in my lane

Doing my own thang

Running at my own pace

I’m a drop about three this year

I ain’t playing no games

If you stop looking at my plate hater you could probably do the same

See y’all then woke up a beast

Dr Dre with the beats

I’m bout to have me a have feast

Always stay ready to eat

This for the ones who were sleep

Sit down have a seat

Watch me wreck like a drunk driver

Tank never on E

Bone bone bone with the flow

Murder on the beat when it meet my flow

I been doing this since yay high bro

Ain’t nothing to it but to do it lets go

These little rappers ain’t seeing you greg

These little rappers ain’t done what you did

These little rappers all talk they ain’t bout that life they ain’t crazy as they look greg

I never stop

I’m on the block

I’m in the hood

I’m at the spot

I got that fire

I got that dope

They gone cop anything that I drop

They say it’s really lonely at the top

Well I am about to figure that out

Cause I’m on my way

Get out the way

Cause I’m a runover anything that block