Trademark
That's the signature
Nights are just a blur
Too hot?
Check the temperature
I'm just burning words
Spit a verse
City boys
She wanna make my pockets hurt
Cash a check
Swear to God he think and that he gettin set
Bitch we up
You talking dumb
We give no f*cks
Were getting big bucks
Bitch we up
You talking dumb
We give no f*cks
Were getting big bucks
Toe to toe
Everybody is a foe
Summer f*ck the mistletoe
Diss me with the highs and lows
Call this bitch a trademark
Like I'm Chris Jericho Lionheart
Play your part
Pick a part
How the f*ck you make it far
Trademark
That's the signature
Nights are just a blur
Too hot?
Check the temperature
I'm just burning words
Spit a verse
City boys
She wanna make my pockets hurt
Cash a check
Swear to God he think and that he gettin set
I feel like I'm better because I am better
You talking shit bout me but it is whatever
I rather put my time Into something better
I feel like a baker not Because I am going hard
But also because I'm making my own bread up
You talking shit but I don't give a f*ck
Say you my brother now you getting slapped
Huh what the f*ck
I want the money like I am inpatient
I've been losing my patience
I don't want a nine to five
This shit is do or die
I'm only seventeen
But making hits like these other artists or better
Saw my parents work hard turned me to a go getter
Gotta work harder
Gotta get stronger
Gotta think smarter
For these f*cking moves
Trademark
That's the signature
Nights are just a blur
Too hot?
Check the temperature
I'm just burning words
Spit a verse
City boys
She wanna make my pockets hurt
Cash a check
Swear to God he think and that he gettin set
Bitch we up
You talking dumb
We give no f*cks
Were getting big bucks
Bitch we up
You talking dumb
We give no f*cks
Were getting big bucks
You ain't even far from start
Just a couple steps from the line
You f*ck around to make a dime
Me and you on different time
You ain't even hard like that
Motherf*cker give it back
You a F*cking background character and you gettin mad
Why the f*ck you gettin sad
Gettin pressed
Make an album and then I call it hit list
That's your head on the cover
Hot summer
Digits in the phone
Wanna keep it low
Trademark on the piece tho