[Verse]
I'm not at the top but I ain't a f*cking flop
Your fans are getting locked 'fore they blow up on the spot
Yeah, you know you at a loss when you always throwing off
All these tracks, they f*cking sucks, got their merits, not a lot
Cause you speeding through your Lambo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Better hide in f*cking camo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cause this beat, it's f*cking mad though (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But you drive it f*cking down, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You chatting f*cking killstreaks but I wanna kill beats
I'll lose my f*cking will, keep up with all these "ill treats"
I wanna hear the crowds scream, you want in to the grime scene
You want a brand new wifey, I want some f*cking car keys
But I ain't got 'em though (nah, nah, nah, nah)
I'm sounding like I got your flow (ha, ha, ha, ha)
Take it back, rewind it, man and wonder what'd happen and
I'll throw a hundred in your hand if you stop and just wonder, damn