Switch on 'Em

Hey, Cody Wave

Play me that beat I like so much, my Nijan

Road here, wanna look at me

Bad one on the back, carrot on the wedding ring

Carry on that way, hurt before my woman see

Carry on that way, bruh, before a cookie swing

I don't play, and my girl don't either

Last one to try had a whirlwind of an evening

Stay in your section, you don't want to smock

Stick to yourself, stop doing what I don't

I'm a self-off, Nijan, don't forget that shit

Keep it humble until somebody wanna flex that shit

One call will show you who I am connected with

But I can handle myself, so I ain't stress one bit

I stand 6'1", naked light skin, but my nuts big

Ask around town, said diamond never run, just run tanked

Paper on my mind, Nijan, up to you

Catch a fade, catch a vibe, it's whatever comes first

I just hope that it's the right one

I ain't dumb, I'm well aware of what the times are

Nijan, throw them hands and put them up

Girl, respect for every color

I ain't saying that's enough

It's okay, though, that it's made so

Anything I do, they take note

You ain't got it, better take note, boy

Smell the rubber as I speed off on that V-Rub

With my bae in the bay by the seashore

They hate when I record, I report or recall my own life

This whole time's where I get my results from

You see, my imagination whack

If I'm gonna say something, that it's gotta be a fact

What's up?

I ain't trippin' at all, my Nijan

I just do my thing, Cody

You can hate all you want, my Nijan

You can't do a thing to me

I've been in my lane for ages

I ain't have to switch on them

Look in my eyes and you can see I ain't a bitch, Nijan

I just do my thing

I don't give a damn, fuck what you about

I am still a king, better take a bow (that's the brain)

Talk about how good on the mic stay gripped

'Cause in reality, the life ain't shit

So now I'm forced to show you all how it's done

Nobody write like this, wear that shoe if it fit

Jesus, ain't no diss, ain't no question

And these are really got what the streets want

Airtime's cool, but it's nothing to me

Punk the side hustle where I could possibly see funds

If not, I ain't waiting for that slot

Machine or pump, I'm working

Something gotta give, man, I know that shit for certain

And these ain't gotta trade, everything else is a perky

I ain't here for praise, keep that shit inside the churches

The pop that I made, I can see you trying to mock it

You can't mock me, everything I got, I earn it

And I earned it, everything I say, I can show you

Picture perfect, the trump is blown and it's broken

The debt on purpose, ain't no clone, I'm the boss

I ain't trippin' at all, I'm a Nijan, I just do my thing, Cody

You can hate all you want, I'm a Nijan, you can't do a thing to me

I've been in my lane for ages, I ain't have to switch on them

Look in my eyes and you can see I ain't a bitch, Nijan

I just do my thing, I don't give a damn

Fuck what you about, I am still a king

Better take a bow (that's the brain)