Freestyle shit, yuh, yuh
Yeah, yeah this shit be prod by Tecca
I be stackin' bands, wrist colder than the weather
I don't follow trends, I make this shit 'cause I'm a setter
1,000 on my coat, I spend this money for the feathers, yuh
No I'm not a fortune teller
But 2020 better be my year, yeah it better
I'm hungry for success and bitch I do it by my lonely
Thought that bitch was a keeper, nah she ain't got it like a goalie
But I be truly spittin' facts
I Don't wanna brag about all the money or all the racks
I just wanna show you that I'm livin' now, fuck my past
Yeah, yeah, fuck my past
All of you talkin' shit, I'm in first and you in last
All of your hating animosity it won't last
You stеady hating when you realizing that you in last
I'm laughing at thesе motherfuckers, 'cause they in last
While you drivin' slow I'm in my beamer drivin' fast
I gotta switch my flow, I gotta snap
Be a demon off the molly like a savage
Yung [?] and Fiddy livin' lavish
While my ex bitch, yeah she livin' average
She was a wizard off the pills, she like magic
And without me little bitch is lookin' tragic
She lookin' tragic
She like that magic
She lookin' tragic
She like that magic