[Verse 1-Zay Blaze]
How long it's gone take before
Somebody gone check ya boy
Got my name on a deck and board
So listen up and respect ya boy
Im Charlie Sheening you can check the score
Dry sexin whores, but you can never apex me
Like degenerates you know you can't test me
Literary genius with the best schemes
Of gettin on top, dont really care what the rest think
But let me bring that back please
I dont even smoke but my n***as pack trees
I just rock Apparel Pac Tees
Amerikkkan Koruption rest in peace to Cap. Steez
Shoutout to Wendy and Beck
Shoutout to all the labels tryna send me check
Shoutout to Fantano he probably gone review this
Shoutout to all the fans that ain't listenin yet

Hook
Thank God Im so versatile
Thank God I can spit a verse or two
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Before Im in the hearse with you
Before Im in the hearse with you

[Verse 2- Zay Blaze]
So diff from any other rapper from the south
She wanna put this rapper in her mouth
Hide and seek? Well you know this rapper's finna count
Ridin slow down the Ave I see you in the house
Still in the state that I got lost in
Im bossin, you say that Im Rick Rossin
They stab you in the back after showin they teeth glossing
Out in DC with a Spruzi and dirty Kostons
Photobombing Im that dude in the back
She bouncing I just wanna touch that gluteus max
Just a grab just a squeeze you know that booty is fat
But at the same time I'm still that studious cat
Ridin in the barrio hard
Hit n***as with shells like its Mario Kart
Cause then they want beef but then they sorry, dont start
Dont start, cause you know its just a part of the art

[Hook]

[Verse 3- Mo' Dope]
Came up when I ran up flame up when I came up
Killin' these rap n***as I got the game up
I call the shots better aim up
Muslim god son drops tons when the cops come
I'm past your by ages like a pacifier when that gas come
Running up my visuals be leading I'm going viral I'm pleading
I stick my dick in your bitch I guess she's succeeding
My scenery be coded I guess it's leaning
Holding the boldest my heart beat got 'em frozen
Motion picture started coldest n***a by the farthest I'm burning the forest
Chopper with a bad I'm running shit don't ignore it I'm ignorant
Hundred traits like a million infants we get it the get lit
All dope n***a shit like meth is
Rhyming, rhyming stop it n***as talking
I be riding with my n***as and we see y'all walking
See? if I was a ruthless young n***a
I'll slow down the whip put 2 less bullets in your cool chest
But y'all ain't go far enough
If this was beef don't fuck up or I'll blow your body back far enough
The shotty brag and shawty the grab car stuff
Get the fuck out the whip or I put 2 in ya hip
My kind of shit I make a flip...tip