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I be top 3, not the 3 or the 2
Pull up all blue like the money, I get it too
Making all this money isn't easy, puffin' on the blunt, I be chiefing
Everybody talkin' 'bout me weekly, why can't no one be decent?
I felt like I been easing up, but these people really thinking I be tweaking, nah
I don't know if I should believe it, this got me thinking that there's no peacing up
Everybody trippin', I got issues with my brotha
I can't be worried, I'm focused, tryna feed my hunger
Tryna stack up that money, one rack then another
Nobody fuckin' with me, I just gotta be honest
Get me a triple double, now I'm feeling like Giannis
I'm just playing around, doggy tellin' me to stop it
I couldn't do it, you know I had to end it flawless
And the flow goin' dummy crazy, how the fuck could you stop me?
And they tellin' me switch it up, I can do that for days
Eatin' every beat, I got four different plates
We could call this the appetizer, you gettin' a taste
And I'm finna drop the album, EP outta the way
Finally got me goin' like "It's time to go cray"
I ain't really tryna fuckin' work no minimum wage
I got people asking me "Why you ain't on the stage?"
Like I got a lot to say but it's easy to blame
I don't really know how to hold in my chill
Someone call the doctor, go tell em that I'm too ill
To the people making money, hope you keepin' it real
'Cause a lotta people throw that shit away for the thrill
Lot of people like to bring the beef with their meal
Well you can take that to go if that's how you feel
Got me going harder like I'm in the NFL
Can someone let em know that I'm getting back on the field? Yeah