old heads play this lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
I wasn't even tryin' stand—
I wasn't even tryin' stand out
Time has come, b*tch, I'm mad, so keep your head down (Hitec, this ho crazy)
I can rap like Uzi, but make beats like I'm deadmau5
I don't play fair with these n*ggas, f*ck a head count
b*tch flexin' for these hoes, pull the bread out (Flexin' for these hoes)
If you say I'm ass, boy, you lyin' out your damn mouth (Out your damn mouth)
Yeah, I keep it cool, but my b*tch I don't play 'bout (I don't play 'bout)
First, I wasn't on, but the second shot gon' lay 'em out (Yeah, yeah)
No, you not important, I don't got nothin' to say about you
In your city too, n*gga, I don't need a voucher
I know sh*t look green, my n*gga, but it's snakes around you
My bro took the Perc', he hid it in the Quarter Pounder
n*gga, I been at this sh*t for a minute, my style don't got no founder (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I made a beat, then cook up, b*tch, I feel like Chowder
This one ho wanna put me in the light, guess what? They still ain't found him
Can't even be outside at that show, guess what? They—

[Part II]

[Verse]
Huh, uh
How you gon' run the game over? Huh
I am the God of this sh*t, I turn the Timex into a Rollie
I just been givin' them hit after hit like Chuck Liddell, I'm on it
Huh, I'm goin' 'fit for 'fit, my drip look endless, yo' sh*t bogus
n*gga, I switch, switch the flow up, baby, they gotta stay potent, huh
Tryna get backstage, n*ggas don't know him, get turned around by the doorman
I used to buy the Skittles from the candy lady, now it's weed from the dope man
I remember workin' hard at the Food Lion, I used to wait for the payment
Snake Denim came from Japan, when I f*ck the b*tch, give her helpin' hand
b*tch, she know I'm Mr. TenFigs, 'cause I go to sleep dreamin' 'bout the bands
You ain't never had a label call you, wanna put 100K in advance
Put 200K in advance, 500K, f*ckin' bands
It's a fact, he gon' slime you out, and that's not a bet, n*gga not your mans
That's a rat, no, it's not a mouse, he just want the cheese up in his hands
Where he at? We gon' find him out, boy, stay still 'till a n*gga land
When I go out to New York, hold a contest, call it "f*ck-A-Fan"
[Outro]
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