I got the keys to the car that I own Overgrown but my pockets is on I be turnin’ up regardless, regardless You ain’t even gotta call up my phone Still Harry Potter of the rap game Treat the rap game like the crack game Yeah ain’t nobody out here serving yayo Like my people, [?] 37 And that 1317 crew damn My Nike news like it CNN Savage on the mic, OPB and them Hit might be the plug, I might be the pen Hit me up, I send you up like King Louie On that Yeezus joint Check that yale in my cup, you [?] as fuck They hear my song on their earphones and turn me up He got roller coasters on, he gon’ turn you up One three, one seven bitch we global yeah
I’m still Bill Nye When it come to this rap shit, I’m the god Ain’t nobody catchin’ bodies like my youngin’s Ain’t nobody catchin’ bodies like my youngin’s Ain’t nobody gettin’ away with murder like us Ain’t nobody outside sellin’ dope like us Ain’t nobody in the six, yeah, like us Yeah city, yeah six, like us If you mad pussy nigga go and pipe up If you mad pussy nigga go and pipe up I’m with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, I hit ya boy I’m with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, would hit ya boy Better steer clear, better steer clear! I ain’t tryna be the nigga that you wanna fear You don’t wanna interfere, interfere! Try to catch us pass here, you gon’ get this here
Yeah, yeah, what a time yeah What a time, what a time, look
These motherfuckers mad cause I’m icy IMessage I could see your girl typing He came in with lethal weapons like he Danny Glover I might fuck her like a lover but I do not love her! Hit-Boy had made the beat for King Quentin Not promoting, stoppin’ all that [?] From now on, I’m charging hate [?] You want Key! on this shit boy I need a [?] You will not classify me as a fucking shooter You will not classify me as a fucking goon I’m a grown man and I’m gettin’ grown money Fucking grown women, playboy-boy-boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I’m feeling like Hugh Hefner New Nikes for my daughter, peep the step shelve I been going hard on every beat I’m on I can’t lose when Hit-Boy made the beat I’m on, yeah You know this flow is all these young niggas on Do you know where the hell it came from? I ain’t really tryna take nobody shine I ain’t really tryna take nobody shine (aye!) Well what a time, well what a time