My mind on the buck
Buying into luck
Never trust a virgin cus he’s lying in his nut
Yeah, tie him in a truck
Time in the tuck
Bitches heal from injuries
I'm lying in the cut

Turn dimes into dust
Slimes into crust
Enhancing all the flavor like limes when they bust
Got crimes for the bunch
Rhymes for the punch
Only beef with beef that's prime for my lunch

And fuck 12, bitch
Shit, I ain’t like the good cop
Neither no Tony Danza on the re-up
Tell ya mans to take a breather
Only Fans will wanna feed us
Everyone gone wanna be there
If them bitches wanna meet up
Ima sеnd em off to Jesus
Now my lyrics up on Genius
Basking in my brilliancе and read up on my thesis
How much of my currency it take for me to mean this
I'm rising from the sea in a clam like I'm Venus, please sis
I’m jumping off like the x-games
Too Lauryn Hill like my ex claims
Just until the checks came
Now I'm trapping Kings like chess games
Go run that shit on the next name
I pulled ya card too fast
Yo, break ya mood, glass
Bitch, where the food at?
If I ain't come to take the mic then where yo dude at?
Do-da-do-da nah, I ain't into making new friends
But I’ll keep it cordial
I’m minked in gorgeous faux fur from Georgia
George will sign the ink for the purchase
And merch is flying working, worked it bitch
I got my ass out and I ain’t even twerked it
Merked it, words on paper
Got the makers flying, takers lying, fakers crying
I’m rooting for the Lakers bitch I’ll make a buy in
And I ain’t even got no enemies
If she a friend of me and not no more
I wish her well, we fight a better thing
Unsettling to think I put my energy into anything
Other than clevering metal things, letter seem forever
When you weather in the pressure
Ultimately violent when I'm pushed to certain measures
Engage, undermine and overthrow suppressors
Ya I’m a bad bitch
Badder than ya average
I’m calling out legitimates cus all these fools is catfish
I ain’t got no time to play no fuckin games
Decapitating a head vicious, seeing red visions ahead ditches
I must be a Medium, I’m talking to some dead bitches
Taking men's riches, spread ‘em all throughout the West bitches
Call me Robin Hood I’m outrageous, written out pages, giving out stages
I'm only doing what Robin would
I think I found greatness, they can outphase us, keeping our wages, breakin' out cages
Now we doing the robbin' good