Turn up ya toxic, lean on the beat
Crisp with the scent, something clean on the feet
Trying squeeze bars in between on the beat
If I eat we all eat, put my team on they feet
Walk in the club, flashes of greatness
Ya know fashionable lateness
I see um here didn't ask for the haters
So I grab my glass while bass hits
Ha
And we back to the basics
Pens all rotten, rappers are basic
So I'm back the classes and papers
Pop quiz who the last to curate this
Me, and I'm here for a long time
To the top I go, it's a long climb
Can't knock my flow, can't stop my dough
Roll wit me as the song ride
It's my time
Are we rollin'
These clocks that I'm holdin'
Keep ticking on me
Time keeps slipping from me
Are we rolling
Are we rolling
These clocks keep tickin' on me
Are we rolling
Nights be wild and the Beamer look clean
Cut back the sunroof, leaning on a drink
Only moderation, I be bleeding from the ink
No tats but my raps like dreaming on a brinks
Got a couple racks, on spend for the play
Got a couple tracks, on spin every day
The money look good when it don't get touched
And still got a little on the way
Riding down 64 beats sounding crazy
F an F fit, with the kicks looking wavy
Piece in the door, keep biscuit on me
So if it's problems it's gravy
Little word play, but I mean that shit
Trying fit the bars in between that shit
Trying get my mom in a mean ass crib
For raising a talented VA kid
My family is everything, don't you forget it
Cross my heart, promise you will regret it
The rap game, back to bars, my credit
And I got the golden pen, no debit
Head to the crib, that's a easy nights work
Do it again, for the easy night work
Virginia where I'm from
757
I put the heat in my turf
It's my time
Are we rollin'
These clocks that I'm holdin'
Keep ticking on me
Time keeps slipping from me
Are we rolling
Are we rolling
These clocks keep tickin' on me
Are we rolling