(Sage: Hook)
I see ‘em all talking shit, they ain’t ready for the takeover
I remember having dreams of driving in a Range Rover
And now I’m fucking on different bitches out in Acapulco
I got it all, but they be thinking that think the pains over
I know ima make it cuz my future bright, on some real shit
I’m good now, but they don’t know the shit I had to deal with
This shit is all I know, I don’t gotta try, I just do it
I got money on my mind, and so many issues, it’s gon take time for healing
(G: Verse)
The future isn’t sure, gotta keep my fingers crossed
I been on a streak of winning, I’m allergic to a loss
Niggas power tripping over here, remember I’m the boss
I rebel against the mob, I’ll take my place upon a cross
Keep a tight circle so they stay away
Do it on my own, fuck a Labor Day
And I’m so cold when I’m solo
But me and Sage rule the game today
The competition’s intimidated
Can’t catch me cause I been evading
I been cooking up, don’t think I’m playing
But I’m sorry to keep the dinner waiting
Hold up, or something like that
The speedy flow coming right back
I was lost, didn’t know what to do, then I found something I’m nice at
I won’t ever stoop to the bottom again cause I been tryna take my life back
Spend five thousand, that’s a light rack
The game, it’s easy to abuse it, they just don’t know how to do it
My flows have been the smoothest, got no room for my improvement
They never really listen, they just vibing to the music
And wonder why the realest never like the interviewers
(Sage: Hook)
I see ‘em all talking shit, they ain’t ready for the takeover
I remember having dreams of driving in a Range Rover
And now I’m fucking on different bitches out in Acapulco
I got it all, but they be thinking that think the pains over
I know ima make it cuz my future bright, on some real shit
I’m good now, but they don’t know the shit I had to deal with
This shit is all I know, I don’t gotta try, I just do it
I got money on my mind, and so many issues, it’s gon take time for healing
(G: Verse)
Bitch, open up the record books, Im flashy with the freshest looks
You like it now? Imagine ten years later how my neck will look
Can’t predict my fucking moves, spazzing is just what I do
Take these bitches up inside a mansion like we playing clue
My mind is like a rubix cube, all I do is conspire
Never take the whip into the hood, it sound like gunfire
Krafty with the stick, smooth as butter, my gun is Mac & Cheese
No need for the gat, got that dog in me, fucking Pekingese
Dreaming of the top, top, top
Avalanche, got the purest rock, rock, rock
Can’t nobody stop, stop us
I just wanna count knots, knots, knots
Promise you that if I am in power it’s a tragedy
Dominate because I am electric like a battery
Step to me and shit is getting ugly, need a makeover
Before the days over, nigga we gon takeover