[Chorus]
I co-sign myself, yuh
I don't need your help, bitch
Money it connects
If I wanted a boss I would have stuck to my job
Picking up plates with a fake ass smile on my face
No joke, I'd rather be broke
Then to take my orders from you
Voices in my skull is telling me nobody fucking with you
Just know nobody fucking with you
It's the 21st century
These rappers acting elementary
Pussy boy hating on me, never mention me
Best friend turn into an enemy
.357 be the remedy
.357 be the remedy

[Verse]
It's the man of the hour
With a plan and some power
The mix tape water
And the fan base of flower
Every track that I make is elastic
Paper or plastic
[?] knuckle sandwich
Claiming you hard but you acting like the son of Magic
Johnson, you don't want Bronson
Lights, camera, action
My bitch look like Cameron Diaz
Double S be the set, and I ain't signing for a reason
I'm an alien I make money under the table
Bought a brand new house but I'm still stealing cable
From my neighbors
Still a $tunna, still not doing favors
Still a bum with terrible behavior
South Side Slugs
And you still wondering how I got this buzz
In less than a light year
My bitch went away but I always been right here
I stay loyal to my soil
Rappers pussy dry I think I need the oil
Your flows and styles is boring
Why you think these fans don't want to see you touring
I take my time, bitch I'm patient
Your new song got no plays, I can feel your frustration
I'm on a jet, and you hating from the pavement
Jaw drop, leave a bitch in amazement
[Chorus]
I co-sign myself, yuh
I don't need your help, bitch
Money it connects
If I wanted a boss I would have stuck to my job
Picking up plates with a fake ass smile on my face
No joke, I'd rather be broke
Then to take my orders from you
Voices in my skull is telling me nobody fucking with you
Just know nobody fucking with you
It's the 21st century
These rappers acting elementary
Pussy boy hating on me, never mention me
Best friend turn into an enemy
.357 be the remedy
.357 be the remedy