Fundamentalist
Produced by Rav3rb0y. Bankrolls!
Yeah
I came for the digits, ratchets, shanks, tools, blickies!
Two cell phones, double up what I'm getting
I done broken the system—fundamentalism
Shining light, bursting straight outta prism
Modern-day gangster, I slap you with a pistol
Broad daylight with some New York City niggas
"They done Freed Max B!"—tell 'em free all my niggas
East side, I'm screaming to all my hitters
An opp pull up, I'mma hit 'em with a quick one
I can't wait to turn a demon to a victim
Easy kill shots, bust out his liver
Blood stains on my jeans... lil' bitch, I'm the real one
It's him, it's me, I'm him—I'm the real one
On the road to riches, racing the bill coming
We ain't playing 'bout that paper, we really want it
I ain't playing 'bout the money, I'm really hungry
Open up the lane, I'm finna get into something; tryna roadblock me? I'm gone run over 'em
Can't let you water me down, I'm thorough
That ain't really who you are, boy, you look borrowed
Scars on my face, I ain't showing no sorrow
Just was broke yesterday, finna be richer tomorrow
Got the whole universe sitting right in my palm
I tell you my life like a storybook of Psalms
Have you looking at a nigga like, "Where it came from?"
Won't let you stop me, I gotta get up
Wake up 'n' go kill some shit on a humbug
You thought it was sweet? Now I see how you look
I'm pulling your cards, and I'm calling your bluff
Don't expect shit from me 'cause I don't give a fuck!
Started from nothing, I'm running it up
Try taking my life, it ain't easy, I'm tough
They say I'm underground, I'm trapped, I'm stuck
They rocking with my shit, they can't get enough
I'm talking 'bout more than just getting a nut
Yeah. Aye, aye
It's fundamental to the game, for real
You stick to the script, and that's how you get killed
I stick to the code, I master my will
Lived in some stories that'll send chills
Robert Horry—shoot them three from the field
When we stepping, we possessed by the feeling
My young nigga said he wanna grow up to be a demon
It came with a look in his eyes, he mean it
I done ran through all this money; if I woulda tried to tell you 'bout it, you wouldn't believe me
On a flight out to Germany with that bag, I'm scheming
Rav3rb0y produced it
Pass me the plate, and I'mma start eating
Slimey lil' monster, a cretin
Thick bitch, eat meat, no vegan
She get on her knees when she need me
I'm calling the plug for the repeat
I beat the block for the ching-ching
I whip that work, two a three-piece
I scam that boy out his mortgage
Tear down the house to the floorboards
Take your boat seven seas when I go offshore
I don't just "want some money"—I want all yours
Ye$shhheeeeeshhhyea!
Fundamentals
Bankrolls
Dem Digits
Aye, aye
Ratchets
Shanks
Tools
Blickies
Yeaaaahh!
I done piped dat bitch all the way up
Dem Ratchets
Shanks
Tools
Blickies