And I
Still will off the trill, vintage spill, and I
Stack up, from the mudd and hill, I might
Buss 33 shots Grant Hill
All dogs got bite, til they make they momma cry, yeah
And I’m still topping hill
Still Holyfield, still gripping steel
Still feel like Will
Fresh Prince meme, pockets still Uncle Phil
Still topping hill
Still bussing twins in the Benz when a n*gga feel
Still buss ya grill, still run the game treadmill
Tread fast before yo ass get killed

Before I lay my head I gotta get this bread I take it with me to the grave
That being said, stepping out the crib, I Brought my niggas with me just in case
I don’t see those raining days no more
If you beefing with me keep the score
Too many too many to ignore
Make that money, and then you get some more
Competition look like superstition
He aint down unless he say he wit it
Try to told em this aint only lyrics
I aint even try to hurt they feelings
This’ll make a day better, but you looking at the old me
Margiela Cinderella perfect get up, plus the ice’ll give her cold feet
On the block we splitting proceeds
All my niggas want some with some gold teeth
Leave the block we going OT
Can’t be stopped I see the God in Me
Can’t be stopped til I’m nomineed
Robbery, if they dont honor me
I be round to see a lot of me
I know mama would be proud of me

And I
Still will off the trill, vintage spill, and I
Stack up, from the mudd and hill, I might
Buss 33 shots Grant Hill
All dogs got bite, til they make they momma cry, yeah
And I’m still topping hill
Still Holyfield, still gripping steel
Still feel like Will
Fresh Prince meme, pockets still Uncle Phil
Still topping hill
Still bussing twins in the Benz when a n*gga feel
Still buss ya grill, still run the game treadmill
Tread fast before yo ass get killed

Don’t play wit me, that’s a big drank
Big ol booty but I think your stank
I’m a boss, I don’t need a rank
In expensive frames, I can’t see the same
Wilding out he be can’t contained
If you come from dirt you won’t be the same
As long as we—got weed to flame
I’m swerving lanes, alverdezen
This time I’m in it for good
This one I do for my hood
Got the game misunderstood
Some of yall wishing yall would
Too many names too many names, dropping it
Tell me your name, tell your name, I dig it
Prominent, dominant
Say I’ll be there, give me 5 minute
You standing there when the comet hit
Bank will deposit commas hit
Ice on the watch, then what time is it?
Juggle the stack like a circus trick
Hitman they sent me to murda shit
And they wonder why they don’t deserve the shit

And I
Still will off the trill, vintage spill, and I
Stack up, from the mudd and hill, I might
Buss 33 shots Grant Hill
All dogs got bite, til they make they momma cry, yeah
And I’m still topping hill
Still Holyfield, still gripping steel
Still feel like Will
Fresh Prince meme, pockets still Uncle Phil
Still topping hill
Still bussing twins in the Benz when a n*gga feel
Still buss ya grill, still run the game treadmill
Tread fast before yo ass get killed