Yeah (Yeah)Yeah, nigga (One two, one two, one)The Off-Season (One two, one two, one two, one)The Off-Season, niggaWe off of niggas (Ayy, that’s right)Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? (That’s right, ayy)Off of niggas (Yeah, hey, yeah)(Vocal up a little more, hey)Uh, applying pressureStarted my grind where crime festersAnd now it’s showing like they in they second trimesters (Pregnant)That’s why when nigga’s throw a shot or two online, I pay no mind to their benign gestures (Mm)Nigga, plеase, I got my mind on much bigger things to say the lеastMy latest beat just sound like they was released by David East (What up East?)Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streetsThese niggas whips hard, behind closed doors, can’t pay the lease (Uh)Ain’t nothin’ wrong with livin’ check to check ’cause most have to (I understand that)Instead of cappin’, why don’t you talk about being a broke rapper? (I don’t understand that)That’s a perspective I respect because it’s realWhat it’s like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay the billsThat was me in ’08, seein’ no cakeNot even on dates or celebrated my birthJust did the mental math and calculated my worthShit crazy, didn’t know I got more M’s than a real Slim Shady video (How many of us in here?)Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy HideoKojima, they tote steamers around the way we tippy-toe‘Round crack vials and cold-blooded killers, no reptilesJust projectiles, from niggas salty you rockin’ the fresher textiles
I seen best pals grow up and switch (I hate to see it)Sometimes over a couple dollars, more often over a bitch (Ah, I hate to see it)I can cap and say that I never scratched my jealousy’s itchBut thank God I conquered that ’cause if not I’d never be richEnvy, keep your pockets empty, so just focus on youIf you broke and clownin’ a millionaire, the joke is on youMoney ain’t everything, I never say that (Never)But niggas throw stones knowin’ they sell soul to get wherever they at (Come on, man)Just know these verses is some shit they gon’ forever playback, nigga (Come on, nigga)Hell yeah (Ooh)Fuck, you know what it is niggaDon’t even dareNiggas try to act like they don’t—, bitchThat’s why I gotta flex sometimes‘Cause niggas just try to act like you just not that motherfuckin’ nigga likeLike you just really don’t do it how you do itLike niggas will really try to act like you don’t do what you doNigga look you dead in your faceAnd really act like you don’t do it to the level that you do itThat’s why sometimes you gotta come through and just do it at the level that you do it in front of every nigga faceSo they know the difference between you, the real niggas, and the mothafuckin’ fraudulent niggas, manDon’t never get it fucked upIf a nigga can’t do it like you do it sometimes you gotta do it in front of his fuckin’ face so he’ll know foreverDamn, that nigga did it how I always wanted to do it and I’ll never be able to do it like thatBitch it’s a difference (Ah)(These are the same ones telling our people what we are and we aren’t because we’re just not working hard enoughAnd that mentality is what we’re up against todayBut this is good to know because this time, when we march on the CapitolYou can go ahead and let ’em know long before we get there, we’re coming to get that check)