Heart rate is climbing when beers on the table
And all my Goose Island like ducks in a row
Kentucky white lightening to chase it, this shit is amazing
It sounds like I'm sipping the flow, look
I wanna learn how to breakdance
Shit, I try so hard I might break dance
Imma send the beat to the grave on a stake, man
We don't like you unless you bringing us a steak, man
Press ask me for a statement
I don't do drugs, I take them
I don't bench press, but please don't press me
I'll miss your call, bruh just text me
God damn
Hard not to say the lord's name in vain
The vibes have been going insane, haywire my brain
Head to the studio, I'm boutta hop on a train
Best that you stay in your lane
Suggest that you keep my name outta your mouth
Before I expose that you're lame
Insert breath
Got a dank beat burning like a blunt
I could just sit back, but I don't do that
Got em all like who's that
That's Chan
Y'all get to knowing the name
I ain't afraid the clout
I got a thing for the chase
It's never wearing me out
People they come with the claims
& I know motherfuckers be wearing the doubt
Boy, when I come with the heat
There'll be a hell of a drought
Damn, that motherfucker got bars
He wants to climb all the charts
He wants to be hard, but it's hard
When he's on the beat, leave it charred
Hit up the plug, get charged
Hit up the booth like a star
Run up the check at the bar
Hop in the Lyft, no car
He paid in cash, no card
NYC got to him, now he just gotta win
Now he just gotta dunk like Dennis Rodman
Haven't you heard of him
He's quite the artist
He goes the hardest
Dick ain't the largest
Might hit the target
Full for a bargain
Flicks tryna star in
People be barging all on his bullshit
Starving for the attention
Really alarming
Looks for direction, he need a Garmin
He's a real cutie, he's pretty darling
Getting the paper, getting the Charming
The parm and all of the cheddar, blue cheese and goat
Guess you are what you eat
He stays with a fleet
And these days he's just rocking the boat
Y'all get to knowing the name
I ain't afraid the clout
I got a thing for the chase
It's never wearing me out
People they come with the claims
& I know motherfuckers be wearing the doubt
Boy, when I come with the heat
There'll be a hell of a drought