(Intro)
I don’t play no games
CPU all in yo clique
They shooting for my spot
Told em get off of my dick
Get off of my 6 ‘fore I poke you wit a stick
I’m cooking in the lab
You can call me fucken Rick
(Verse)
I been missing celebrations
Tryna get my paper up
Praying that the work I put in
Is enough to say “I’m done”
First I killed my hair
And now it’s time to get creative bruh
Burning down this boofie
Cause I always stay medicated
Dedicated
To this life that I be living
To this work that I be giving
Hoping one day we’ll be winning
That’s when yo shawty text
Saying that I’m up next
Now I’m paying my respects
For killing you wit Flex!
(Hook 2X)
I don’t play no games
CPU all in yo clique
They shooting for my spot
Told em get off of my dick
Get off of my 6 ‘fore I poke you wit a stick
I’m cooking in the lab
You can call me fucken Rick
We all full of gold
Waiting for your screen to load, oh
Home of all the “whoa”
We the home of all the bold bro
Thought that you was told that the truth was coming cold hoe
Aye, that the truth was coming cold