[Verse 1] Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me I just been a product of the shit that's been around me Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing Well, that's just how it seems Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink Fire's (Faiyaz) in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things But like with most things I done finished two steps ahead Y'all been too stressed Bout this and that Done left that in the past We can't talk about it Fuck around and cop a new dash It need some muscle bout it Shawty said I move on too fast That we could work it out and She don't wanna let go Only gave her reasons like "I said so" So if I catch her creeping on the d low Then she gon' have to throw it back, that's why I'm wearing retros And I ain't saying no to that Just know I mean it less so [Verse 2] Scrolling through the gram "Baby, tell me how you found me" I just won a lotta bit So y'all can keep from round me Shawty on a trip, ain't nothing quick, she on a Oddysey Something you ought to see Trips out Tulum Bought a plane ticket Something that she can't afford to lose: All the page visits She could go and find something real Like it's just something to do I could die on this hill But they might build a tomb on it You want it? A weekend wylin' and she in Miami-Dade and The scholarship she got ain't got no paperwork Really got to will yourself, that's if you wanna chase it The bag is the for the taking You taking it? Take it from me: Act like you had it from the jump I done turned too many rappers to fanatics where I'm from I done seen 'em quit they jobs and eat a beat up for they lunch That's why they starving, it make for easy cleanup when I'm done Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me I just been a product of the shit that's been around me Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing Well, that's just how it seems Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink Fire's (Faiyaz) in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things But that's just most things

[Hook: J-Definition] Bout to tear it down, no setup Never see me sitting 'round, no let up Notify me, when you guys know better Can't come around me less I go vet 'em They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em But you get it from the source when I'm on records [Verse 1] For the record: I ain't tryna be no coach to ya Man's go send DMs tryna boast to ya Talking about likes and the plays, got a host of 'em I ain't been the type that'll pay for the posting 3k on the gram, and he hurt I ain't tryna damage the man, but it's certain Ain't no contest, need the fam with you first Yeah For what it's worth (Yeah): Y'all ain't been slick with the punch-ins (Nah) Whole time off with it Who signed off on it? Came back champ, so I'm Gronk with it This where the buck ends (Aye) Crawl back in the hole you was stuck in (Go on) Relaxed off a odorous substance (Go on) Nothing wrong giving up what you love when you ain't really buzzing (You ain't no one) Y'all buggin' And I mean that Hit me in the DM for some feedback Ain't even ask young man for the beatpack Sent the link back, I don't need that And I guess one time won't cut it They swear that the world gon' love it But one verse might break your budget (yeah) [Hook: J-Definition] Bout to tear it down, no setup Never see me sitting 'round, no let up Notify me, when you guys know better Can't come around me less I go vet 'em They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em But you get it from the source when I'm on records [Verse 2: CLYDE] For the record We don’t miss any shots Every hit is to the head watch it Face spinnin' like a vinyl top Dope lines need a detox 10 for 10, needle drop Any beat that I speak off They be fienen' and I don’t stop Overdose 'em so I’m overlooked Motives in motion I’m moving up Keep getting higher can’t get enough Reach for what’s brighter don’t dim the love No shade in my shine they can’t copy it You're obvious See all your jabs you ain’t Ali, bitch Box 'em out now they my audience My rings in your grill like Audi is Digits get flipped Olympics always original They just resell the same gimmicks When we win it don’t get mentioned It’s been expected, a year ago they wouldn’t listen Now they switched up they opinions If you pay a visit, shit, we ain't gon' pay attention No more waiting, we conditioned Putting the game in submission, yeah [Hook: J-Definition] Bout to tear it down, no setup Never see me sitting 'round, no let up Notify me, when you guys know better Can't come around me less I go vet 'em They all wanna talk like I won't let 'em But you get it from the source when I'm on records Yeah [Verse 3: Preezy] (Wooo!) What an entrance Walk in the room, feel my presence Y'all senseless Knocking off heads like a checklist Me and the GOATS got resemblance Putting all gold on my necklace Look at my chest, peep my pendants Look at these kids in my mentions Feel like I got an apprentice Feel like the one and it shows Known that shit back in the Groves Know that I never changed goals Attitude changing like clothes All you boys are like clones Need all my diamonds in rows Lighting my cross up with stones Please don't be calling my phone Ain't got no time for no ho Know that my wifey like Vogue Yeah, and I'm one-of-one You pussies ain't shit but some one-and-dones Looking at me like you one of us To me, Clyde, and Def, you just runner ups Yeah, and it's funny bruh Fucking with us, you ain't done enough Hit J over Zoom, told him "run it up" Just wait 'til we come with the other one

[Hook: J-Definition] Catch me drifting on the drive home Send the beacon Tryna push it to the side, nah They can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar Off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note For the weekend I put $250 on the bottles The money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow The shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos Any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible But never speak it [Verse 1: J-Definition] Yeah, I'm drifting, goin' 95 My new shit need autopilot Pistons is kickin' She send the beacon and I oblige Ain't do no shit in secret Like police unidentified Belong to the streets and that's just some shit she can't set aside We meet after dinnertime I pull up, I stand in line She couldn't have did it The fit expensive, they recognize No stress about the check But shit, the next man gon' let her down 'Cause I could set the bar But she still ask for another round Topic switch: something more profound She reaching, can't hold her now Lot of misconceptions bout the blessings I told 'em bout Cause I don't go invest unless some lessons gon' come about Y'all some urban legends when it comes to these references Telly gon' tell 'em, it's evident How? When they be ghosted? Clock hit once in a while Ain't moving both hands Shawty venomous, never vile Charm me, but don't dance Ain't gon' tell me if she have the funds or don't [Hook: J-Definition] So she banking on the drive home Send the beacon Try to push it to the side, nah They can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar We off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note For the weekend She put $250 on the bottles The money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow The shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos Any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible But never speak it [Verse 2: Hotelroom] Niggas out her acting like some bitches but I been here Mama always told me "boy, be careful who you friends with" And I been on my grind every day, yeah that's some pimp shit Me and J-Def scratched the Benz off the wish-list Now I gotta put a couple twins on my hitlist I only love the money, yeah these bitches who pretentious If a nigga disrespect me, then we finna spin shit Patience, I need patience and some forgiveness I got the dro right, I got the pole right I got some stupid bitches out here on the low right I got these bad hoes tryna fucking blow right And we gon go right til the fuckin morn' [J-Definition] And we go all in, we geekin It's not even a bar we tend to frequent Probably be the night where she gon do something indecent Shawty went decided when she pulling up, we leaving So we drifting on the drive home Send the beacon Tryna push it to the side, nah They can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar Off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note For the weekend I put $250 on the bottles The money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow The shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos Any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible But never speak it

[Hook] Told her can't save me Don't play me, but Do what you can Got a new chick Look like a Mercedes Hop in the coupe And we spending them bands This shit's up in sixth This shit is outrageous Never lane switch But I give her the glance Imma make hits all Until they slay me Hop in the booth And I did it again [Verse 1] 4:45 in the AM, it's cold We ended up right where we started out I'm in something new, so we out with the old Can't say that I know what you talking 'bout Shawty the type to feel fly off of the Goose No wonder she trippin' on solid ground Ain't been myself and that's not an excuse Just figured I might get to stunting now Feel like 6'5" Like Book, yeah, they know I'm the one Ain't had a miss in a long time, and some say I'm still on a run Y'all ain't afraid of tryin' settling funds But really ain't seem to be getting shit done Look to me like I'm indebted or something Money good to me, baby, got bread to the crumbs That's Panko If you noticed, they don't got real life places to be Well aware that I've been known to be focused, but the music a true hobby to me I've been the piece, yeah I've been the closer Rompecabezas the way just I stress 'em And come out the box on the beat Y'all wanna talk about the heat? I'm winning, it's shocking the speed So I start with the key And with the tempo End with a theme song Shit it sound simple What I want is whips all here for my kinfolk Let 'em all win like what am I here for? For now we set all our sights on the end goal Work heads down, I ain't talk how the kids do I'm finna set this off Enjoy the main show We set to win it all That's what I been told [Hook] Told her can't save me Don't play me, but Do what you can Got a new chick Look like a Mercedes Hop in the coupe And we spending them bands This shit's up in sixth This shit is outrageous Never lane switch But I give her the glance Imma make hits all Until they slay me Hop in the booth And I did it again [Verse 2] Know I ain't did it all But I been at peace with the shit that I been involved it They don't want feature me Gentrify beats when I turn 'em all into targets See, they ain't nothing like me They some suckers, some losanges Couldn't see growth in a garden and I could pull up to your studio session And show the crew how I turn artists to audience And they all need me Killed the verse, so I threw it on ice No Eegee's Put in work, and I might see the repeat Like Mike she like LA nights She been so enticed, she know she won't be here But I ain't paying for no flight out, either Shit ain't different when it's nice out Tripping off a lifestyle that ain't invite y'all Y'all ain't got the rights cards Beat the odds with the dice roll Tryna see what it might cost For me to save her, no lifeguard, yeah City of champions Call on support from your man's and 'em They gon' do you like how they did Chance They abandoned him Off the strength of the feed, now that's a real cancelling And I got what you need, I ain't handing it out Unless they gon' brandish it And they call me the tree from the seeds of they doubt Well, tell me, who the one planted it?