I told 'em once, and I'll tell 'em again
That there's no damn point in them playin' with me
They hunting for gold, and I'm playin' in it
I'm sittin' pretty, and in fact
(In fact)
I got fans that's waitin' to start a riot with me
I got fam that's waitin' to aim it higher for me
I got fam that want to meet the pilot already
My boy SXINT ain't a saint, he murdered all of you
Blood on my face, blood on his hands
'Till the clip-clips, and there ain't no god in the land
(That's right)
Funny how all of they heads in the sand
Hard to bear that I never gave a damn, but
Woah woah, honey you're too slow
Even made it out the mud to show you bitches a show
Ten toes, none that ever could hold
All the bars and meanings, and all the stories that I've told
I mean who the fuck are you
Tellin' me what I should or shouldn't do
While I'm giving all the proof
I don't like it in their tone
I don't wanna kill a rapper that'll lose
Or the one to fake streams
Just so they ass can go and end up on the news
Yeah, here here
8181, only 81 in my gun it go brr brr
8181, only in sun you find son we still brr brr
Find you and we brr brr
Slide through and we brr brr
From the bottom of my heart, I've been top from the start
Put my money to my mouth, you need it anyway
