(Verse 1)
Seen all of these bitches taking they SnapShots
Watching They follow me to the Stash Box
Seen all of these niggas taking they Last Shot
Pass Block Pow
You better watch cuz you can drop
Niggas fall in love with the pussi watching the ass drop
Im in love as a rookie
I love the cash Guap
See Im just trying get paid
Cuz i've been writing for days
Every page will help me open up the Pad Lock
Yeah, and im focused nigga i can't stop
Im poking and opening what they can't lock
It's broken in Tokens
For those who plan
So They hand out scenarios
Stereos in a man
Me Mine
I just gotta grind
And the Time will see me through It
Im just praying i never lose it
The Music
Has got a nigga heavily Influenced
Im choosing to f*cking blow
This something you niggas know
Yeah
(Chours)
Lights Camera Action Go
Go, And get ready for the show
Life Glamor Fashion Hoes
Hoes, and get ready for the show
Write Grammar Stack your dough
Dough, and get ready for the show
Show, Get ready for the show
Cuz we on, Yeah We On
(Verse 2)
Constantly Faded they feeling constipated
Consciously Hating Cuz i've been Contemplating
Working to break it down to a Tee
So they all bow down
When they mentioning the King
Yeah, and they saying im a commodity
That why they all stand up like its a comedy
They just trying to make it out of this poverty
And follow me to fame
This games like a Monopoly
Economies down they losing property
And the people with money doing the robberies
Its crazy cuz they praying on the lottery
And they think ima ticket that why they always be bothering me
Honoring what they never thought i can do
But its coo
Cuz these haters is pondering on the news
Foo you a trick
You disappear when it poofs
When i blow you gon know it
So nigga you better move Blow