Oh, yeah
Yung 1, you a fool for this one

Hell if I do, hell if I don't
They prayin' for me to fail and I tell 'em I won't
Chill, you should stop that
Progression is the object
My level's two steps from Heaven, meetin' God next
Ah, yes, it's the perfect plan (Plan)
Convert the fans who twerk and dance, I deserve a chance
Ah, give 'em bars like anxiety
My old girl mad, her bitter ass won't say hi to me
I tell her blow me like I'm checkin' her sobriety
Been waitin', now it's time to see, the new rap prodigy
Uh, you better tell them niggas cool it
Get you whacked for fifty cent, it's all G's up in my unit, ho

I'm probably chillin', just mindin' my business
Just countin' my millions, man, God is my witness
I came from the bottom, but I gotta get it
I'm slidin' my pimpin' and traveling, handing in contracts
So dope, I hand 'em a contact
I need a massage, I need a garage
With Bentleys and Phantoms and all that
Ain't 'bout that money, I'll call back, fall back
Maybach, grey and black, Balmain, ball cap
Ballsacks in your mouth for talkin' down on a real one
Give a fuck how you feel, son
I ain't got no chill
How they gon' deal with me when my deal come? Uh
I'm ready for a real run
I mean it's time to do the damn thing, uh
Already been the best out
I mean, I'm stretchin' out my hamstrings, uh
Top five, top five, yeah
I'm on fire, hot vibes, yeah
Juicin' up with my spinach
Popeye with papaya
High power, she'll die coward
Bitch, I devour shit (Go)
Three K's in my truck
But I ain't talkin' 'bout no white power shit (Go)
White powder shit all in they nose
I guess they must have been high (Go)
How they miss me like they ain't pick me?
Like I don't give a fuck, nigga, die, go

When I get in my zone
Won't answer my phone
Tell 'em to leave me alone
Crackin' the codes
Back on the road
Cookin' like crack on the stove
Tell them boys to just fall back
Small pack, but we all strapped
AB, you gon' have to see D's
I ain't talkin' no bra strap
Now we handlin' business
With my niggas, we all rap
Made my moves, don't put on my shoes
Can't fit in no ball cap
Ain't talkin' money, no convo
Came to ball, Lonzo
Get up in the game and just spit that shit
Now a nigga feelin' like Rondo
Turn a new nigga to a John Doe
Turn a new verse to a condo
I'm great, killin' niggas six years straight
Y'all late, where the hell did the time go?
Now I'm gettin' paid for the cadence
Lames are debated, came in the greatest
Niggas wan' talk that shit
So I keep that Smith like Willow and Jaden

Go
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Go
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