[Intro]Yeah(Got that petrol)Nigga(Yeah, yeah)Back to makin' this classic shit, you know what I'm sayin'?[Chorus]I ain't got no fears of the topHeels on a blade, fingers full of rocksDrove a yacht through my waveWhen they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)Got that Cash App goin' brazyWork like a slave pay your car notes and allDress up for fame to compete with the starsIt's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)[Verse]Nigga, I'm what this hustlin' made meThe real ones out my circle shape meEven when her feelings hurt, she pay meI'm not perfect babyAll them niggas in that hearse they hate meDig my real ones out the earth, don't thank meFremont raised meIt catted off and my dog caught rabiesAnd my catalog is all that HDDon't make me wait, pleaseTake too long? That's late feesI break red-bones you break evenOn God and demonsWhen I kneel and pray up to the skiesAm I quoting holy scripts or is it lies?Who decides who live or dies?Know my co-defendant won't get no surpriseTake mines and put his off to the sideLet my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want toSend a addy, on God, I'ma rush throughI stop niggas, finna slide on that one foolNiggas swallowing they pride like it's lunch foodOoh, I pull up and you hide, you a chump-chump-chumpAnd that nigga ain't alive if he riding in my trunkTrumped up charges on my dog an' 'emFlights out of Boston eating frog limbsBlue face, pink face, gettin' all 'emWhen I had the heat case, couldn't call themOrange 10s in a sports Benz, ain't no PorschesTop drop on the 110, it's like it's morphin'Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & York an'She need endorsementsThem Porsche wings got her snorkelin'Fortunes, money spent but it's bringing more inBorn in, if it ain't me, it ain't important[Chorus]I ain't got no fears of the topHeels on a blade, fingers full of rocksDrove a yacht through my waveWhen they shut down the BackpageGot that Cash App goin' brazyWork like a slave pay your car notes and allDress up for fame to compete with the starsIt's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)I ain't got no fears of the topHeels on a blade, fingers full of rocksDrove a yacht through my waveWhen they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)Got that Cash App goin' brazyWork like a slave pay your car notes and allDress up for fame to compete with the starsIt's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)I ain't got no fears of the topHeels on a blade, fingers full of rocksDrove a yacht through my waveWhen they shut down the BackpageGot that Cash App goin' brazyWork like a slave pay your car notes and allDress up for fame to compete with the starsIt's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)[Outro]Got that Cash App goin' brazy
