Verse 1
Yeah, top
Who'd ever thought that I would be here?
Name legend when I leave here
Circle tight, never see squares
Pity off the chain, motherfucker, beware
So far off the mark where I started at
Off the mark, making meters like a dummy half
A few rappers got the ball like Cunningham
With a career like the running man
I don't need no nomination or awards to be recognized
Cause my whole city recognize
Look, I'm the truth, never tell a lie
And this squad be my alibi
Don't be fooled by these pop songs, pop songs that I drop fool
Cause anybody that know me know that I drop fools
These pop songs is what I call getting paid
Catching planes, probably getting brain all the time
Been around a minute, y'all just catching up
See a brother winning, now they patching up
Rappers spitting tough, shit ain't that enough
Difference is everything I spit, I back it up
Yeah, I see you sittin' on that highway
Well, I'm on my surfboard catchin' high waves
Married to the game, y'all bitches brides maids
Shoot the game like a pussy, I'ma kill it nine ways

Hook
What do I do?
I made you a promise, I turn up to turn up
Got nothin' to prove
They talkin' about us, they hate on the boys
Soon as I leave the room
And I gotta get mine, I ain't tryna stay down
Cause I got no option, you leave me no option
Never been a bitch, pride too big for this shit
Man, my pride probably take me to the flame
You wanna see this firework like the fifth?

Verse 2
I heard a few rappers throw subliminals
The same ones that don't wanna get physical
The same ones that got slapped up and hitch
Yeah, fuckin' Eat ass individuals
Don't let your own homeboys catch you up, boy
Cause everybody in the hood know you a fuckboy
And if you really got links in your own city
Then catch a city link down and we can bus, boy
And yeah, I really push weight, what you really runnin'?
And yeah, I really got clout, what you really runnin'?
All you do is rap hard, what you really runnin'?
And yeah, I really got clout, what you really runnin'?
All you do is rap hard, what you really runnin'?
You ain't bout that life, you ain't really runnin'

Hook
What do I do?
I made you a promise, I turn up to turn up, got nothin' to prove
They talkin' about us, they hate on the boys, so now I leave the room
And I gotta get mine, I ain't tryna stay down
Cause I got no option, you leave me no option

Birdge
What you gon' do?
Tell me, homie, what you gon' do?
You don't wanna fuck with me
I don't give a fuck about you
What you gon' do?
Tell me, homie, what you gon' do?
You don't wanna fuck with me
I don't give a fuck about you

Hook
What do I do?
I made you a promise, I turn up to turn up, got nothing to prove
You're talking about us, the hate on the boys, when I'm solid in the room
And I gotta get mine, I ain't tryna stay down
Cause I got no option, you leave no option
What do I do?
I made you a promise to turn up to turn up got nothing to prove
They're talking about us they hate on the boys when I say I leave the room
And I gotta get mine I ain't tryna stay down
Cuz I got no option you leave me no option