Lyrics

Ayy, juice on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap shit, she a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a bitch to the cross, she walk around like Teezo


What's up with these jabroni-ass bitches tryna see Compton?

Can't catch the drip, you got no hands,

I ain't got opps, I got all fans,

Flexin' hard, while you stand there, lookin' bland.


You ain’t on my level, can’t step in my zone,

Talkin' big game, but you just a clone,

While I’m out here ballin’, stackin’ chips,

You still lookin’ for your first hit, that's a trip.


I’m the beast in the booth, you a motherfuckin' flea,

Try to bite on my style, can’t get close to me,

Runnin’ circles ‘round you, call me Track Star,

You a side show, we the ones that go hard.


Spit fire, burn it down, watch you choke on your lies,

You claim you dope, but we see through your disguise,

I'm flexin' on these haters, call it gym gain,

You just a lil’ puppy, barkin’ in the rain.


You ain't livin’ life, just a ghost in the scene,

Got the hustle, got the grind, I'm the king of the dream,

You’re a wannabe, a shadow, never catchin’ the vibe,

In a world full of stars, you a glitch in the tribe.


You say you down for the set, but you playin’ both sides,

When the heat comes down, it’s just me, no lies,

I ain’t whispering sweet nothings, I’m savage, I’m raw,

You’re not like us, so step back, hit the floor.


I’m the cream of the crop, watch me rise like the sun,

While you waste your time, I’m just havin’ my fun,

Droppin' heat like a furnace, got the game on lock,

You’re a small fish, I’m the big dog on the block.


So remember, when you see me come through,

You ain’t built like us, you ain’t true,

Keep your fake smiles, save 'em for the grind,

'Cause in this world, you’re just wastin' your time.


Yeah, you’re not like us, you don’t even compare,

We the kings and queens, while you gaspin’ for air,

So step back, little buster, know your place,

It’s a jungle out here, and we runnin' the race.