Big bands big bank roll, uh
But you can't pay your dues
Sure got a lot of opinions
Wanna try on these shoes
Wishing that this ain't common
Supreme on your back, hot damn
But y'all still eatin' ramen
While acting like the man
Taking this bitch and make it my own
Raking up dollars while shining my thrown
Writing like scholarly please won't your pardon me
Part of me hardly wants to come out of me
Thinking its best if I get a lobotomy
Part of me wants to eat all of these oddities
Thinking they're lotteries deep from the bottom
Blood on the leaves, so I guess it is Autumn
Don't talk down on me
I could be your manager
And still be making all this flame
Too close and it will damage ya
You ask if it is free
But I sit back and laugh at ya
Because, best believe they'll know my name
No cap my rap can back it up
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ya, ya
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ok, for sure
This is that shit reminiscent of death
Pistol done whipped all them boys in the head
Playing with Saiyans who sprayin' with lead
Propane in my cadence, ya'll put me to bed
I feel like a doctor who loves Eminem's
Rapping with ease while I'm making these gems
But take me away, and what do we get
A lot of what ifs and a lot of regret
Ya'll made the Ryno come back from the grave
Delivering warnings so stay in your lane
If you are feeling some type of way
I implore you to please, just utter my name
Because I'm making dollars, not striving for fame
Let it be known that I'm ready to play
Calling me Poe cuz' it's dark and insane
Just goes to show that you don't know my name, bitch
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Big bands big bank roll, uh
But you can't pay your dues
Sure got a lot of opinions
Wanna try on these shoes
Wishing that this ain't common
Supreme on your back, hot damn
But y'all still eatin' ramen
While acting like the man
Taking this bitch and make it my own
Raking up dollars while shining my thrown
Writing like scholarly please won't your pardon me
Part of me hardly wants to come out of me
Thinking its best if I get a lobotomy
Part of me wants to eat all of these oddities
Thinking they're lotteries deep from the bottom
Blood on the leaves, so I guess it is Autumn
Don't talk down on me
I could be your manager
And still be making all this flame
Too close and it will damage ya
You ask if it is free
But I sit back and laugh at ya
Because, best believe they'll know my name
No cap my rap can back it up
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ya, ya
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ok, for sure
This is that shit reminiscent of death
Pistol done whipped all them boys in the head
Playing with Saiyans who sprayin' with lead
Propane in my cadence, ya'll put me to bed
I feel like a doctor who loves Eminem's
Rapping with ease while I'm making these gems
But take me away, and what do we get
A lot of what ifs and a lot of regret
Ya'll made the Ryno come back from the grave
Delivering warnings so stay in your lane
If you are feeling some type of way
I implore you to please, just utter my name
Because I'm making dollars, not striving for fame
Let it be known that I'm ready to play
Calling me Poe cuz' it's dark and insane
Just goes to show that you don't know my name, bitch
But you can't pay your dues
Sure got a lot of opinions
Wanna try on these shoes
Wishing that this ain't common
Supreme on your back, hot damn
But y'all still eatin' ramen
While acting like the man
Taking this bitch and make it my own
Raking up dollars while shining my thrown
Writing like scholarly please won't your pardon me
Part of me hardly wants to come out of me
Thinking its best if I get a lobotomy
Part of me wants to eat all of these oddities
Thinking they're lotteries deep from the bottom
Blood on the leaves, so I guess it is Autumn
Don't talk down on me
I could be your manager
And still be making all this flame
Too close and it will damage ya
You ask if it is free
But I sit back and laugh at ya
Because, best believe they'll know my name
No cap my rap can back it up
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess it is done
No need to pretend, if you feel I offend
Then you must be the one
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ya, ya
Y'all are my sons
I guess I am done, ya
Ok, for sure
This is that shit reminiscent of death
Pistol done whipped all them boys in the head
Playing with Saiyans who sprayin' with lead
Propane in my cadence, ya'll put me to bed
I feel like a doctor who loves Eminem's
Rapping with ease while I'm making these gems
But take me away, and what do we get
A lot of what ifs and a lot of regret
Ya'll made the Ryno come back from the grave
Delivering warnings so stay in your lane
If you are feeling some type of way
I implore you to please, just utter my name
Because I'm making dollars, not striving for fame
Let it be known that I'm ready to play
Calling me Poe cuz' it's dark and insane
Just goes to show that you don't know my name, bitch
Writer: Ryan Adams
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