[Intro]
(Rakz)
[Verse 1: Roadrunner TB]
Get my extras out the blender, gotta scrape the sides
K-Wop hit one-fifty a gram, come on, let's take a ride
Huh, do a half of this uncut, it’s damn near suicide
Joe get to twitching off that dog, gon' let him close his eyes
Huh, once you cross that line, it ain't no coming back
Bitch, I got signed before the city even knew I rap
I ain’t never need no help, I got it out the trap
Your boyfriend working niggas' phone, they got him running laps
[Chorus: Roadrunner TB]
Sneak dissing on the 'Book with all that fucking acting
Started putting money on niggas' heads since you niggas capping
I hit the work a couple times, but I'm steady taxing
I get a quarter brick and beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I threw Rakz on the beat, he gon' beat it up (Rakz)
I put a beam on the Glock to catch him creeping up
I had to step out of the kitchen, this bitch heating up
How you gon' hate on a young nigga? You ain’t keeping up
[Verse 2: Roadrunner TB]
We was breaking all the rules, trapping out the schools
Lockers smelling like a pound, we was serving teachers too
I stopped fucking with that weed and I started fucking with that food
We started rapping ’bout our life, then we got signed out the blue
I done broke so many blenders, I got used to this shit
You ain't seeing all your extras ’cause you new to this shit
If the load too big, just to be safe, I'll take a Lyft
All these zips in this bitch cut, but they gon' sell like they ain't hit
If you want me on your song, then you gotta pay me
It’s 2020, but I'm trapping like the fucking '80s
I can tell he middlemanning 'cause them numbers crazy
I keep that work close to the back, gon' case closed, try to raid me
I know how to get the date and took a trip too many times
Say he passed out off that drank, I think he poured too many lines
Reminiscing 'bout the days when I didn't have a dime
Now I got a quarter brick, you hit it twice, it's still a nine
[Chorus: Roadrunner TB]
Sneak dissing on the 'Book with all that fucking acting
Started putting money on niggas' heads since you niggas capping
I hit the work a couple times, but I'm steady taxing
I get a quarter brick and beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I threw Rakz on the beat, he gon' beat it up (Rakz)
I put a beam on the Glock to catch him creeping up
I had to step out of the kitchen, this bitch heating up
How you gon' hate on a young nigga? You ain't keeping up
[Verse 2: Los]
I had to take a step back, shit was really going on
Shit, way back to the days when before Dolph was on
Hundred thou' for a song, niggas'd kill for they bitch
Niggas talking dope sales, I don't think they exist
I'm talking plugged in for real, ten dollars for a pill
Take them shits to the south, I'm out there passing 'em out
I'm always doing deals like the first and the third
Late nights on the floor, so, nigga, fuck what you heard
So, nigga, fuck what you thought, I can play that shit off
Yeah, I'm rich off the rap and I rap about raw
Get your middleman on, see if your mans want it
Heard I got that girl, I be putting my hands on it
Oh, you ain't heard of Kareem? Let me tell you
Them boys ain't got topsiders— all they selling
I seen my nigga take eight grams, put a dub on it
Pussy-ass niggas, I ain't got no love for 'em
[Chorus: Roadrunner TB]
Sneak dissing on the 'Book with all that fucking acting
Started putting money on niggas' heads since you niggas capping
I hit the work a couple times, but I'm steady taxing
I get a quarter brick and beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I threw Rakz on the beat, he gon' beat it up (Rakz)
I put a beam on the Glock to catch him creeping up
I had to step out of the kitchen, this bitch heating up
How you gon' hate on a young nigga? You ain't keeping up
[Outro: Roadrunner TB]
That's it, Rakz
