[Intro:]

[Verse 1: Qwest]
Versace, Versace, The devil is working but god always got me
These n***as now a days is plotting on me, i guess its a hobby
These bitches is a mess and these n***as is fake, They just can't keep it real
You n***as is getting to comfortable for me im trynna max-a-mill
Belly of the best, bottom of the slump, Nightmares every night i had to sleep with the pump
I dont give no fuccs like a nun ho
Keep talking ima have the homies pack you out like my last show
Money on my mind. Every second is a dime, If n***as get outta line in seconds his life is mine
I dont play no games thats a scrimmage
Got this rap shit on lock i forgot to mention
Yeah, gone and retweet that ho
Critics thought a n***a fell off, i was lowkey scheming like a dm though
Bitch im about to blow and thats word to the boppers
Headed to the TO and can't nobody stop us
Its levels to this shit, pay attention
Young n***a out here on a mission
I ain't never had a pot to piss in
Look at me now My money straight like a fucking christian
We eating out here get you a plate, Filet mignon, lobster, and shrimp n***a
Versace for the shirt, Ballys on my feet, Hermans for the belt, shit gucci was last week
Why not n***a, All my n***as finna pop like a mother fucking rock n***a
My momma told me to be discreet, when i make it top cause people gone flock
So I, never talk Cheese with A rat, never talk bread with a bird
Or make moves with a snake, i keep my grass cut low and yea thats my word
Fuck what yall heard
A couple new friends since but that right there thats cool though
Because i know my n***as got my back, more then my fucking vertabrate do though
And plus them n***as thats plotting be the closest ones next to ya
And the first chance that they get, they might just fuck around and off your medulla!
Im gone!