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ayy ayy ayy

yeah yeah yeah

we up now bitch this shit get bigger then ever (bigger then ever)

hopped off jets now we aint flyin commercial we ridin propellers (skrrt)

hunnid on hunnids on hunnids this shit stack tall like a tower in mecca (racks)

bitch i aint playin i feel like the pope how im blessin the setup (what)

hopped in the whip this shit transform feel like optimus prime (skrrt)

bitch im too rich i could drop a whole mil and not even mind (huh)

i got my foot on they necks got my hand in the bag now im takin whats mine (yeah)

i just been runnin it up i dont even get tired like sleep is a crime (whoa)

we on that demon shit hop in the booth then i burn it like brimstone (flames)

i just went ghost on a bitch she keep blowin my line like a ringtone (bye)

hundred round drum this shit spit like a sermon my choppa got hymns on it (baow)

you talkin reckless my shooters got vision they hit with the lens on it (hah)

yeah yeah yeah uh

they say money talk well bitch mine speak in tongues it dont stutter it hums

took a loss flipped a l to a w watch how the ms started floodin my thumbs

all of these rappers be actin like felons but never been booked man they industry nuns

bitch i been countin so much my accountant start givin me looks like he studyin sums

im on a yacht and my pockets got yachts in em these bands got layers like baklava

shit i been nice since a youngin i step in the booth and i kill it cest la vie au revoir

she wanna ride but she aint got drive told her go take a few lessons with yamaha

i got a plug and he foreign as hell he sendin them packs out from nicaragua

wordplay stupid my brain doin laps in the rubiks my flow is elusive

these rappers be cappin they talk about smoke but they really just passive and boostin

bitch i got shooters that aim like producers they droppin them hits when they usin the tool

i been a scholar of rap bitch my pen is a gun every verse is a lesson in school

yeah yeah yeah

this shit got bigger than ever (whoa)

i been a problem a king a boss a legend et cetera (facts)

bitch i dont talk to no peasants i stack up my bread then i stack up vendettas (brr)

if they want smoke i bring storms i control all the weather (whoa)

hopped in the jet now im flyin wherever

bitch i been high i might never come down

i been on top got my name on the ledger

you just a peasant im rockin the crown (yeah)