text: Look, I aint gotta force it
  This that youngest Under-30 on the Forbes list 
  Yeah, I be cashin out, I be cashin out 
  I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress 
  I said I made a few million in some weeks, bitch 
  Hey, told the world about it, aint no secret 
  You niggas worried bout the crown, worried bout the crown 
  Fuck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it 
  At 17 I made six figures 
  Immature young rich nigga 
  By 21 I made a mil twice 
  Your dreams, my real life
  Im up early, you still asleep 
  Ive been a wolf and I kill the sheep
  Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
  Cause they wanna feed off my energy 
  Lyrically no one ahead of me
  I could die today, still leave a legacy
  That you cant ever be
  Put that on everything, this is my destiny
  It was all meant to be, fuck is you tellin me?
  You aint bout nothin
  With my niggas, we flexin and stuntin
  Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin
  Play your card cause we know that you bluffin 
  I got two cars, nigga, two cribs
  Big body and a little Benz
  Triplex on my own land
  And I paid bills before a grown man 
  Thats on my mama, stackin plenty commas
  Got good karma like the Dalai Lama 
  Im tailor-made for this, buy designer
  Bitch, Im the nigga, just to remind you, yeah 
  To remind you, to remind you
  Black Power
  Just to remind you
  Yah, murder gang, uh
  Run and make a nigga lose his vertebrae, uh
  Southside nigga, murder everything, uh
  Shots fire, make a nigga run, man 
  I sent your grandma a dick pic, uh
  Got that bitch all on my dick tip, uh
  I am so strange like a misfit, uh
  Kick that bitch out, she indifferent, uh
  Feel a nigga mind, see a nigga grind
  Fuckin gold mine of a mind
  Full kai, Super Saiyan on these niggas
  Fightin birds in the damn sky cause Im damn fly–
  Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey, Im just... Im just gon stop rapping
  Im just gon stop rapping right now, on this song
  Not... I mean, not in... not in, in general, but just on this song cause
  You slumped out?
  I aint... yeah, I aint tryna... I aint tryna destroy these niggas
  Sike!
  Ayy, grind on my dick like a Ripstik, uh
  My body count is like 60, uh
  Your bitch on me, she need CPR
  I fucked that bitch right on DVR
  I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
  I sucked her toes, yes Im freaky, yes
  Caught a grand theft just like GTA
  If he talk shit, watch me beat him, ayy
  Hop on that beat and I beat the A
  Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
  Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
  Shout out my nigga ImDontai, uh
  Build to the pussy like Fortnite, uh
  My dick is stuck in your whore like—
  Oww!
  ¡Cabrón! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
  Bae, its just a lyric, bae
  ¿Qué tú dijiste?
  Im sorry
  Look, I aint gotta force it
  This that youngest on the 30 Under Forbes list 
  Yeah, I be cashin out, I be cashin out 
  I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress 
  I said I made a few million in some weeks, bitch 
  Hey, told the world about it, aint no secret 
  You niggas worried bout the crown, worried bout the crown 
  Fuck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it