People think that I need them, that′s bullshit

Been a man on my own, since I was a young kid

They hate let em hate, we ain't aiming with full clipsAim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick

We been on sick shit, y′all ain't seen this yet

King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah

My wrist, a flooded piguet/

And this name you'll never forget

I′m am on raw shit

Giving out toe tags, for walking

They all talk and keep talking

Never on shit

Everything I do is awesome

I′m adored bitch

The keys I give you don't work

Knock down the door next

Y′all been wrong since I started

The same as I started

Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and

Y'all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah

Don′t compare to me these others

We are not the same, that's word to my mother

We are two different breads, and where we come from

You flexing with a couple thou, we flexin′ with a hunned, like

Tell me who can touch my ceiling

They ain't the same room or same building

I'm the realest, illest, that is how I feelin′

Y′all missed the story not the time to go fill em in, listen

Man, y'all still the same

Y′all, y'all ain′t finna change, prove me wrong

Do something different

Y'all scared, y′all dip

Y'all get out of there

But me though, me, me

I don't run

I ain′t been afraid of nobody, not once

I don′t need no hands out, don't put ya hand out

Tell em put ya hand down ′fore you get panned out

I don't run, I don′t run

Don't think that you the king ′cause you not

I don't need no hands out, don't put ya hand out

Tell em to run, tell em to run

I climbed up like King Kong

Looking like a dirt bag

Checking if my fleas gone

Laced up my chucks but I don′t run

Got a blunt

Man let′s light one

My team out striving for the billi's

Like we Jay son

And y′all stay dumb

Listening to use grow, while you star struck

I went out, got a mic, said fuck the Starbucks

Y'all to afraid to get uncomfortable

I′m trackin' a dream like I′m huntin' some

Bitches keep me stiff

Like I'm dead or something

And you dead wrong

If you think I′m lower than anyone

In this kingdom

Team blinged up

Team rings copped

Cost to much at my shop

I can′t afford it cause it's nonstop

Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it′s a damn crime

That it ain't my time

I′ll get my shine

But you keep it blind

So you can't feel the window pane

I stay looking down ′cause we not the same

Only five six

But I'm claiming higher ground like I'm Stevie Wonder

Blind to the bullshit

Wonder how I get around

I came up from the pound

Keep my feet running ever since I hit the ground

King crowns all we carry in my crowd

Never low higher than the clouds

I′m sick with it, I′m ill fitted

I'm on top

No one ever home

A nigga live in the hard knock

I rock shows like day dreams

They say dream

I′ma work fein

My circle workin' around clock

My knife tucked

This no glock

Hard to take a life

When you owe one to your god

I pray a lot

Smoke in the air is a hotbox

Won′t stop

Till I'm well known as top knotch

I been to hell and back

Do it like it′s jumping jacks

Growing in my hood

But I know I ain't ever coming back

I play with life like Pro Tools

The bag too cool

On the plate, like soul food

Yeah yeah

Fuck you, and fuck you

Thirty workin' Best Buy hours good luck to you

That ain′t my shit, I got visions above views

And every single person in my squad is above you

Yeah, and I can′t stop

Music all the shit in my bloodline

Lyrics got you twisted like you mafuckin' tongue tied

Burning that trash, I′m the mafuckin' bonfire

Taking my shot, like I′m taking a three though

Stepping up calm, like I'm taking a free throw

I can′t eat shit from the pity of hatin' niggas

The energy is different, y'all are not on my payroll

See that′s what I like to see

We got some real king shit, on our hands right here

It′s not touchable, you not in the same realm, the same area

So y'all might as well just back down, because

I don′t run

I ain't been afraid of nobody, not once

I don′t need no hands out, don't put ya hand out

Tell em put ya hand down ′fore you get panned out

I don't run, I don't run

Don′t think that you the king ′cause you not

I don't need no hands out, don′t put ya hand out

Tell em to run, tell em to run

I don't want no hand outs

I just wanna give thanks to those with they hands out

God bless the dead, put the discussion to bed

Man instead, I′ll come back as a motherfucker with bread

I'm bored sitting here all alone

Come spy with a drone

Bitch deepthroating me

While we flying through the morn′

But oh it's a fact to go

Been arose

Nodding my heads to these beats

There's a time where it hits a threshold

Bet the odds against me

The courts feel

They should exempt me

You three, and the bestie

Messy angles I fuck it all up

LA just might′ve missed the chance to keep watching the ball get stuck

But oh, I′m out the game coach

I don't wanna come back to a coach

Who rate people who makin′ they same sound though

It's all garbage, it′s all wack

Can't even rap

Cause just some pussies

Surrounded by a bunch of maxi pads

They act mad, they act mad

I ask Dapo if he fuck with them

He replied

Said none of them

′Cause they ain't even on our level

The part that get 'em

Is how close to goal they is

But never touch metal

So let the dust settle

Was already bad enough

Y′all getting bodied

By a man with the Midas touch

′Cause I'm just to slick

The crew sick

Ima spit so much venom out the mouth

The shit will turn to mucus

Good enough to give the body of work a boost bitch

Don′t ever question a man who do this

Cause I know that I been chillin' in my cave

Locked away, so good this is me on a light day

Drive safe I don′t wanna see you die today

Match the color of the dark, just to see how I hideaway

Repay debt, brothers I owe the best

Big money moves we make, then the hoes come next

People think that I need them, that's bullshit

Been a man on my own, been doing this whole thing

Finna take the whole game, remake the whole thing/

Reshape the landscape, reinvent my last name, yeah

Reinvent the family tree

Cuz nobody in my life gon′ be as dope as me

Or even close to me

I'ma buy whole buildings, open up shop in Times Square how I'm feeling

I′m a young CEO

I′ma Boss like suge

Hundred thousand dollars

Couldn't flip it like we could

Gold Cuban ′round the neck

Like I'm Nip, understood

Diamonds after hours

I am acting like I should

Ain′t tryna be a millionaire, tryna be a billionaire

If you ain't on that type of timing

Don′t get anywhere near

You can't get here if you tryna be there

I don't run

Don′t think that you the king ′cause you not

I don't need no hands out, don′t put ya hand out

Tell em to run, tell em to run