[1K Phew:] I’m so piped, I might be like five Like ten (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Gettin’ ’em) (Cool!)
They ain’t never seen another beat like this Thinkin’ ’bout money can’t make you rich Twenty-four-seven I’m with my wrist Twenty-four-seven I’m with my wrist Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah Devil stay down ’cause he hit and miss, yeah Get out of my face if you know you ain’t real Speak up, boy I don’t know how you feel
So you might as well say something Whatcha say? Whatcha say? My boy Whatcha say? Can’t hear you Whatcha say? (What he say?) Whatcha say? Can’t hear you What he say? Nah man, I can’t hear you Whatcha doin’ I ain’t nowhere near you
I don’t know where you came from (Who you?) But you really can’t change nuthin’ (No way) Need to stay in your lane son (Yo lane) You try campaign some (Campaign) If you need a little Pesos (Lil’ green) Why didn’t you say so? (Say some) Double checkin’, just make sure (Make sure) Never knew that case closed (Uh-uh) Hold on, where you goin’? (Where you goin’?) You ain’t found no money, where you goin’? Wakin’ up this mornin’, from a dream my whip so foreign (Skrr, skrr) But it already noon When you eatin’ good it ain’t ’bout show Gotta feed my little girl, she growin’ (She keep eatin’) Used to ring around the rosie, nosy police in my space Then the one and only told me homie don’t be livin’ When it work like holy, oly, holy, moly, don’t it stop When a rollie-pollie ollie on me, tick-tock, it don’t stop
They ain’t never seen another beat like this Thinkin’ ’bout money can’t make you rich Twenty-four-seven I’m with my wrist Twenty-four-seven I’m with my wrist Shame on me when I reminisce, yeah Devil stay down ’cause he hit and miss, yeah Get out of my face if you know you ain’t real Speak up, boy I don’t know how you feel
[1K Phew & (Aha Gazelle):] So you might as well say something Whatcha say? Whatcha say? My boy Whatcha say? Can’t hear you Whatcha say? What he say? Whatcha say? Can’t hear you (Cool) What he say? Nah man, I can’t hear you Whatcha doin’ I ain’t nowhere near you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Aha Gazelle:] I can’t hear you I got a drive but I don’t got a rearview You got rules that I never adhere to They throwin’ shade cause I’m way too bright We ain’t never seen Christ but I don’t live near you I only fear God, I do not fear you I know that everybody is not what they appear to I stay lowkey, but I’m top tier too I-I-I can’t hear you And my phone ain’t got no service Don’t hit my line, I’m workin’ All my rap songs sound like sermons They got kicked out of so many churches I can’t help it if your girl start twerkin’ I don’t judge, ’cause we all soul searchin’ Being saved ain’t mean no cursin’ Shoot so much that I hurt my wrist People froze up man it must be a glitch I was so down for them blue like Stitch Stealin’ my gifts like a scene from The Grinch Can’t invest time if I know it won’t flip Baby ain’t fail but this carnival’s lit Blood, sweat, tears and it cost me a grip Didn’t sell my soul but I came out rich So many people in line, I skipped Try to put me down but that charge it stick Do it for the love, I don’t do it for the chips But if there ain’t no chips then I’ma probably gonna dip Gotta keep it real, can’t bite my lip Y’all need pills like Ozzy & Drix Do it for the kids, y’all way too stiff Silly rabbits, just mad that they ain’t got no Trix Two