作词 : Daeshawn Johnson-Smith/Kevin Holt/Darrin Lockings/Cordeiro Henry
 作曲 : Daeshawn Johnson-Smith/Kevin Holt/Darrin Lockings/Cordeiro Henry
Hey, I hate Kevin
Look, yeah
How it feel to be mad (Be mad)
Niggas still gettin' treated (Treated)
Like the bill on my tab (Smart)
Got to chill wit'my dad (I'm chillin')
Had to build from the past (Yeah)
No, he ain’t Cinderella
Had to heal from the glass (Yeah)
Wait, see the guap do da math (Math)
See the socks through the Rafs (These Rafs)
See the Glock do the dash
I don't brag, I’m a beast (Beast)
That’s a path for the weak (Weak)
Certain vows like burpin' childs
Boy I made a pat wit' my peeps (One pat)
Niggas grind got a fold in it so they really slack wit' a crease (Slack)
I don't trap in the streets (Nah)
I don’t have too much beef (Nope)
But like the pick wit' the fist on it man I gotta nap wit' a piece
You attacking my peeps (Nah)
I ain’t strapped wit the heat (Nah)
Plot twist, I’m the hot one
Man the heat strapped wit' a “me” (Wit' a “me”)
A lot of chicks on the wood (Wood)
I just laugh and retweet (Heh)
If ya sis lookin' good (Guess what)
You gon' have you a niece (Yeah)
Niggas wanna give advice (Nah)
I ain’t ask you to speak (Nah)
Just relax, I’m alright damn
Matter fact man I’m quite grand
None of y’all could really see the lines
Let’s just say I got a nice tan (It's nice)
Everybody wanna act tuff
'Til they get into a tight jam (It's tight)
Then they turn into spirit squad
Taking stands on right hands
Always focus man
The devil cutting me no slack (Slack)
Tryna get it to the point
Money be in straps (Straps)
I don't watch porn
I just wanna see the stacks (Stacks)
Never like see nothin' come between the racks (Racks)
I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)
I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)
I gotta get it and dash (I gotta get it)
I had to get in my bag (Bag)
I had to get in my bag (Bag)
I never did it to brag
I just deliver the gas
All that killing shit been gettin' lame
All that get you is a fine grave
I ain’t stuck up in them mental chains
Niggas still thinking crime pays
Whole state wanna give me props
Some niggas wanna find shade
Freeway the only rap nigga that’s allowed to talk to me sideways
Rap niggas wanna beef with me
In a way that got to do with bars
Niggas claim they gone ruin ours
For the fame, to be who they are
We could fight but it’s for the blood
I don't play and I don’t do the spar
Like it’s Roscoe Dash cut
Nigga this fade will turn to shooting stars
Everybody you can never please
Only goal is better lead
For some people, man my life’ll be the only bible that they ever read
Even Christ said
“Chill Dae Dae you be going hard on all these rappers”
Only reason He created y’all is cuz I told God I needed target practice
Young nigga that’ll pay homage to the pioneers that got me spitting
Always gotta keep a attitude like I know I’m better than who I see winning
Said the game need a sloppy finish so I’m coming in it with a cocky image
If I ain’t workin' to be better than the Almighty Jay nigga YBN it
Yeah yeah
I gotta get it and dash (Dash)
I gotta get it and dash (Dash)
I gotta get it and dash (Dash)
I had to get in my bag (Bag)
I had to get in my bag (Bag)
I never did it to brag
I just deliver the gas
Yeah