[Intro]
Yeah ho, yeah ho
Yeah ho, yeah ho
Let me talk my shit, ayy
Let me talk my shit, ayy
Let me talk my shit

[Verse]
You see me on the stage, I seen you muggin' from the audience
You say you hold the steel, but you ain't finna pull it are you bitch
You can do it too mane, why you hating, make your own moves
Split on all your partners, y'all be faking on what y'all gon do
Rodney Mullen how I keep my balance on these fools
A zombie walk, the speed y'all on, when challenging you fools
You stealing sauce just to get your fans to listen
Damn I feel like Ichiro in a little league scrimmage
It's sink or swim in these waters, I'm doing laps round the arena
Throwing dough outside the window, doin' donuts in a Beamer
You doggy paddle to the check, I'm breaststroking to that bag
Michael Phelps to the money, while y'all sleeping on y'all ass
I'm good in different sections I got spots like it's Monopoly
You ain't no real fan, just want your paws on my commodities
They copy off my quality, but it don't really bother me
My girl look like a model, she on me like she was off a bean

If you not speaking on some money your number gon get forgotten
I don't care what the offer, I got 100 other options
In the cut, running shit up, fuckin' up nothing but all of my ends up
Rich is in my name like what the fuck you thought the plan was
I need designer cleats cause I'ma run it til the death of me
And I never lose, I'm feelin' sorry for my enemies
I'm runnin'shit, going zero to infinity
They callin' you a mini-me, I'm sorry bout your feelings g
If you prayin' on my downfall you can hold my whole dick
Hop the fuck outside my lane cause I'm not slowing down for shit
You lames stay twitter talking but be living pacifist
I'm Bruce Lee with these hands, boy don't make me pass a fist
Fetish for the flexin', veggie omelette for the breakfast
Here to strap a muzzle on these peons barking all reckless
Ooh, and I don't hold a lot of weapons
But if you want the pressure we can piece it up like Tetris
I used to rock them chains that leave them rashes on my neck
I chase a bag until my legs fall out, you passing up the check
Although my mama isn't here, she up watchin' all over me
She told me get it on my own and to never trust the police
I walk with extra cover cause I know how it get cold at night
I'm pimpin' with the stick, bitch I pull up like it's Dolemite
Only speaking factual whether it's on or off a mic
I step up on the scene and watch they jaws get to droppin' like
"Damn folk did you just wash them shits today?"
And I said "Fuck no baby I went and bought them shits today"
If I ain't had it then I bought it, if I can't buy it then I rob it
Living broke was not an option, had to get it how I got it
[Outro]
Jason Rich on the beat, bitch