It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat
A order of protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me (ayy)
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me (ayy)
Better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?

I can't give 'em dap, uh-uh
Don't throw up A$AP (uh-uh)
Can't forget what you did (uh-uh)
Remember how you act (uh-uh)
Talk behind my back (uh-uh)
Talk all kind of trash (uh-uh)
My back, all kind of stabs (uh-uh)
You was throwin' jabs (uh-uh)
You want me on my ass (uh-uh)
Down to my last (uh-uh)
Shit, they'd probably laugh (uh-uh)
I can't go out sad (uh-uh)
I keep bouncin' back (uh)

Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (up)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that?
Hush (shh, I hear somethin', nigga)
Back from the fuckin' past
Back right up on they ass
Back in my fuckin' bag (yeah)

The game that I can't divorce, final boss
All-all chats logged off, all call
Still screamin' encore when I'm long gone

It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat
A order of protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me (ayy)
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me (ayy)
Better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?

Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (up)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? (yeah)
(Shh, I hear somethin', nigga)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? (yeah, brrt)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Writer/s: Rakim Mayers
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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