Текст песни
Yeah
They ain't wanna see me in this mode i swear to god
Yeah
Uh
Time to get into some real action
When it come to waves I'm the ship captain (Ayy)
I'm 'bout cheese like I take pictures (Uh)
I ain't paparazzi but I'm still snappin' (Woah)
Trynna see where this rap shit go (Go)
If it don't work I'm making sure that the pack get sold
They don't love you when ya racks is low
I'm doing numbers like a access code
Til' my casket close
Imma hustle til' my last breath
Giving it my all I don't half step
Sick with it Imma need a lab test
I ain't even in my bag yet
Stood in my lane haters mad I ain't crash yet
I get paid for the look like a Lash tech
Making the bag stretch I take everything
Zelle, apple pay, debit credit, cash, checks (Yes)
On another level now I'm tapped in (Tapped in)
Breaking out my shell I was trapped in
She ain't want me back then
Now she see I'm getting to them backends
She gon' let me hit her from the back end (Ayy)
Looking like bruce wayne in that black benz (Skrt)
Sliding with steppers but we don't tap dance
If he a snake we don't dap hands
Cut 'em off I don't give a second or a last chance
10 toes down I ain't fold through the lows you could tell by my posture (Yeah)
Shit getting spooky like the goosebumps they gon make turn into a monster
I could feel the hate but I continue to prosper
I ain't come to play like I'm on the injury roster
The golden boy but I ain't Oscar
No I'm not a boxer
I came with a knocker
Time to get into some real action
Ya boy cut from a different fabric
Too smooth like silk satin
Flow sturdy but I ain't drill rapping
R.i.p sturdy you know we still trapping
Blue bill stacking in ill fashion
Nothing forced this is pure passion
Studied the game like I'm phil jackson
Gotta master the hustle