| Money talks so shut the ****** up and listen | |
| You ******' kids in intermission, | |
| I'm in pro-position | |
| And you're in no position, | |
| I'm itchin' to close-in in it | |
| Zone and kill it, close, conceal it, leave that ****** with no forensics | |
| ******, it's not a stain on me little homie | |
| You don't know me, better know your role | |
| Jebroney, little phony | |
| Tryin' to clone me, | |
| I'm my only | |
| Like I'm Kobe in the post, you can't control me | |
| Spittin' scriptures, ******s feel like | |
| I'm holy ******s know he bound to be a problem in this rap ******t | |
| I snap ******, my stats went from average to classic | |
| Went H.A.M. and did damage, y'all mans will get sandwiched | |
| My plan is the planet where the middle of my hand is | |
| Alpha male, you ******s do what you manage | |
| I'm shootin' for the stars, really feelin' like | |
| I can't miss | |
| My flow is | |
| Australian money, bruh, you can't rip | |
| Keep it live, smokin', gettin' high until | |
| I'm dead, ****** [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] | |
| Right, Kushed | |
| God in this mu' ******a | |
| Right, I smoked the whole jar like oh | |
| Lord, au revoir | |
| Girl scout cookie and not them little hoes, y'all | |
| Talkin' that west coast, | |
| I got it from my home boy | |
| I hate green ****** like | |
| Guru fans hate | |
| Solar Got no respect for it like a grown man with a mohawk | |
| Or a big mouth with no heart or a black ****** with a nose job | |
| Just some ******t | |
| I don't go for | |
| I don't really give a ****** 'bout offendin', just my opinion | |
| Ill ******, full off a felly chow when | |
| I'm ventin' | |
| Tryin' to gas this | |
| Asian broad for a | |
| BJ and a happy endin' | |
| Still pitchin' like | |
| I'm in the ninth innin' | |
| I'm a closer, | |
| I'm Mariano with the flow, bruh | |
| See me suited, five panels with the bears on 'em | |
| Every bar they | |
| Ric Flairin' for 'em, | |
| DZA [Outro] | |
| Okay, I got a little somethin' somethin' | |
| We gon' crush it down, roll 'em up, and offer it to her | |
| And see how she act about it, right? |