You already know where my life finna go In the darkness watch how bright I glow
Guess I'm runnin' the show with the price down low
Since I came through the door with the knife down flow
Let the music control, let the lights get low
Ever since I decided the mic overblow Sharks in the water, it might overflow
Grindin' this rhyme like Mike in 94, 4 Show over here a lot of dough
You can tell by the hoes and the cars I drove Take it from the bucket to the rolls
Told y 'all without the Jews bein' froze Know a player still get chose
Pop tags on clothes, got swag, stay on my show I got the product, watch the fans get addicted
Y 'all about to bear witness, yeah
Get in tune with who we are Aimin' for the moon and the stars
Who without the Jews and the cars Tell me, boy, you're about to be lost
We about to be, we about to be, we about to be, we about to be
We about to be, we about to be, we about to be, we about to be
Take him on another planet, Mars Y 'all ain't fuckin' around with these bars
Tryna get my dogs from behind bars In the process of boyin' and catchin' another charge
Hurry, shuffle, gotta play my cards On the rise, I can't take no far
Like Soprano, don't break my bars Before I race my dogs, stay away from y 'all
And I can't tell the reason why these niggas wanna hate
Cause I'm concerned these niggas is runnin' late
Stop worryin' about Steve, better get they money straight
For it be another murder, DC's on the case
Comin' to serve you, DE's on the waist Motherfuck the law, take the D's on the chase
Niggas, I'm back at the top of my game No pen to pad, it's all at the top of my brain
Get in tune with who we are Aimin' for the moon and the stars
Who without the jewels and the cars? Tell me, boy, you're about to be lost
We about to be, we about to be, we about to be, we about to be
We about to be, we about to be, we about to be, we about to be
I'm on my way, yeah On my way to the top
Ain't no stoppin' us We the ones that make the cut
To all my fellas And all my plays, too
No, we do it all for you
Yeah, they buyin' number from the, you know, Y
Play for Lauren, the artist to keep the party goin' proper
Partner, I depart from my squadron And I'ma assume the same for her top
Bitch, gotcha, lock like a shotta Whole lotta vodka, don't spill on my Tekashi's
Please, this is a rhetorical, okay, capisce?
Like I'm petite, overweight I'm petite, by the way
I'm a late, by the way, in D .C.
See, the young and the Philly niggas on the scene
Yeah, I guess the rocks in the building And I don't mean Dwayne Johnson, you feel me?
So thorough, Tito Burrow, where the lyric is?
To say you near us clearly, you delirious So meet Dave, you Beverly Hill cops
The game is lying hard to me and young Chris Drop
Doin' it till we stop, I have to settle for cops
No discipline by position, I'm livin' for hip
Get in tune with who we are Aimin' for the moon and the stars
Who without the Jews and the clans?
Tell me, boy, you're about to be loved, loved, loved
Get in tune with who we are Aimin' for the moon and the stars
Who without the Jews and the clans?
Tell me, boy, you're about to be loved, loved, loved
