[Intro: T-Hane]
T-Hane

[Verse 1: T-Hane]
I just need some dollars and some inspiration
Told my homie, "Hollar if you need a payment"
I've been stackin’ guala, strictly Benji faces
Nowadays that's all you need to get famous (Uh)
Yeah, I be stackin' that queso
Stay high as fuck but I lay low
Money Man, that’s the logo
Caught hella bread, gotta chase more
On the mic, I go loco
Ain't know why you fuckin' with these flows
My ego will probably be my biggest mistake
My PO don't fuck with me, there is no debate (Yeah)
With these flows you can't compete, so why would you hate?
I'm dethroned, my chair is out, I'm king of the state
At least the state of my mind because I control my fate
You hear my flow so divine, under my God detonate
Yeah-yeah, I be dropping bombs just like my name is Saddam
I swear that all my bars gold, you other rappers spit bronze
Go to sleep late as fuck and I wake up before dawn
But I don't care what you think because, well, I am too gone
Swear I’m flying so high and I ain’t got no cape on
Most you rappers are wack, seems like you just babble on
I think I've been on this flow for just a little too long
[Chorus: Dominic Fike]
I take what you need, I told ’em, "Roll one up for me
I got shit I need to do, you got secrets I can keep"
Look, I'm only runnin' when a n***a hit the ground
If you want it, then just hit me on the phone
And I told you what I meant when I was rollin' in suspended
Off that, "N***a, where’d you get that shit' was goin'"

[Bridge: Dominic Fike]
Look, and don't get stuck out in the heat
Act like you know what I mean
Ayy, 10's and 20's ain't workin' for me
Need more than what you got on ya
Ayy, booze and good Marijuana
Ayy, laid out back like a lawn chair
Ayy, n***a, what you got on ya?

[Chorus: Dominic Fike]
I take what you need, I told 'em, "Roll one up for me
I got shit I need to do, you got secrets I can keep"
Look, I'm only runnin' when a n***a hit the ground
If you want it, then just hit me on the phone
And I told you what I meant when I was rollin' in suspended
Off that, "N***a, where'd you get that shit' was goin'"

[Verse 2: T-Hane]
Yeah, I be flowin', I go in, I'm blowin'
The bombs is thrown, you know it
Don't give a fuck what you think
No, I'm not a rapper, yes, I'm a poet
Just like the ganja I'm smokin', all of my bombs, man, they are so potent
I got the potion, fuck a promotion
I quit my job and I'm not even boastin'
I'm on the mic and it's like an explosion
Keep the attention like this is hypnosis
(Hypnosis, hypnosis, hypnosis, hypnosis)
I'm smokin' on some medical, turn this shit up a decibel
Shit I'm makin' impeccable, my creation's exceptional
I'm speculatin' upon this world right through my spectacles
Multiplyin' this paper by flippin' fractions and decimals
I'm left with just reciprocals, in guala that's expendable
If you got a problem with me, you should probably let it go
[Chorus: Dominic Fike]
I take what you need, I told 'em, "Roll one up for me
I got shit I need to do, you got secrets I can keep"
Look, I'm only runnin' when a n***a hit the ground
If you want it, then just hit me on the phone
And I told you what I meant when I was rollin' in suspended
Off that, "n***a, where'd you get that shit' was goin'"