Precision

(Hook)
I do what I do, I do it with precision
I said what I said and they ain’t wanna listen
Securing the bag has always been my mission
Spent hundreds of thousands on foreigns I’m whipping

Foreigns I’m whipping
I tear up the street
Burning rubber, concrete
Slam the gas with my feet
No, they cannot compete
When they racing with me
Gotta pay me a fee
I ain’t rapping for free

[Verse 1]
I got bands now
I can hold a couple thousand in my hand now

People saying that they met me in the sandbox
I been balling with the gang like sandlot
Only want me for the fame, told her kick rocks
Put some VVS diamonds on my wristwatch

That’s a bright clock
And my note pad hotter than a sunspot
Who’s the hottest rapper? You’re not

I mean, who else really got this technical prowess
You try to stand up to me and wind up losing your balance
Used to be the weird kid who ain’t have a talent
Now my bank account balance
Going up by the thousands

That’s a big check
Making money everyday cause I don’t rest
I call that girl a fan cause obsessed
Flying the space coupe this ain’t Southwest
This the very best

Matter fact
I can slam the pedal
Hit 60 in 3 seconds
She crazy just for my presence
Guess that’s why it’s a present

Stack it up like it’s Tetris
From the future, not the present
I ain’t chilling with you peasants
If you didn’t get the message

I’m a rockstar
I got red and blue diamonds like a cop car
With the gang in Japan eating lobster
And we dressed in all black like mobsters
We some monsters

I mean literally and figuratively
I be killing the beat, the words that I speak
Got em running from me
I’m quick on my feet
And I know that time is money
Because talk is too cheap
I got chalk on my feet
I walk with a leash
Hating on me
But can’t tame my beast
Got guap on my mind
And J’s on my feet

Ain’t a challenge
Standing on my bands I ain’t ever losing balance
Rolls Royce Phantom right outside of the palace
Step up to the table and we drinking from a chalice
I said “bon appétit,” she said, “Bae, are we in Paris?”

Nah it’s paradise
Snake eyes in the grass like a pair of dice
You gotta realize
Who on the right side, and the wrong side
Cause I heard a couple words from the grapevine
New drip on me, got me flier than an airline

Takeoff

(Hook)
I do what I do I do it with precision
I said what I said and they ain’t wanna listen
Securing the bag has always been my mission
Spent hundreds of thousands on foreigns I’m whipping

Foreigns I’m whipping
I tear up the street
Burning rubber concrete
Slam the gas with my feet
No, they cannot compete
When they racing with me
Gotta pay me a fee
I ain’t rapping for free
I got bands now