Ill one/Distant

My mama know she raised a ill one Real one

The Boy stylish I walk around like a pimp something

I don't wanna hear no rappers talk bout they run nothing

These niggas steady buying numbers like they buy the Lotto

Then they come clever to ya acting like el Chapo

Man I seen this shit too many times I feel like Pablo

Thinking I'm an amateur I do it like a veteran

Every time they doubt me they get slapped in the face again

Yeah

Then I bring it back my way

I just let the music speak I don't got nothing to say

Better Bring that energy out the booth cuz we don't play