Текст песни
Hm
Ay
(Hey) I think I fell off, then you did wrong
Your boy will stay on the beat like a metronome
Anybody listenin' to this, they get a fair song
They say haters and they get charged up like a dead phone
I'm in the red zone, goin' for the touchdown
Soon as I make it, all eyes on me now
The main attraction, no ifs, ands, or buts now
I stack my paper like the forest when it's bed down
And I don't mess around with weed, I'm all about the biz
'Cause I'm focused on my plans and I buy my pills
Over the years, yeah, I've done got better
These haters ain't listenin', so I guess I gotta tell 'em, yeah
The hits are comin' like the women I chill with and the-
Units are movin' like the friends I be with
In the streets so deep with all of my hood folks
You can barely see the concrete, this is every week, yeah
Yeah, we tryna take it over and get a hood
An extreme makeover, get rid of the fake
A little heat is all it takes, toss 'em somewhere in the lake
It's really a piece of cake, make 'em shake like
Tambourines at a revival
I'm liable to up on arrival
No time to waste, do it at a fast pace
Everybody feelin' my music, no matter the race, yeah
I'm thinkin' Black, White, or even Hispanic, matter of fact
I think they're feelin' it all over the planet (oh, yeah)
I hear 'em overseas, Chinese and Portuguese
But for some reason I ain't vibing with the Japanese (oh, yeah)
Girl hol' up, yeah, it makes sense
Since December seventh everythin' been tense
Don't think 'cause I rap that I don't rap sense
It's just a trigger, it triggers me, I call it my sixth sense, yeah
I got these rhymes just floatin' in my mind
But sometimes it's harder to put 'em between the lines
Gotta make sure they float and be on top
But for right now, yeah, every topic I'm droppin'
Did I go from cars to clothes to talkin' 'bout life
From doin' shows, our friends turn to foes
Hit the road, yeah, I'm on a constant go