Put the money in the bag Fuck with me, get stabbed I don't wanna talk about it, I ain't tryna brag Put the body in the trunk and pedal get slammed Picking somewhere heading get it buried in the sand Hands, preaching through the walls get dragged Demons rising out the muck of hell on my command I got powers no-one on this earth can withstand Everything is going all according to plan Ay, nah I don't understand Why is everyone around me getting so mad Everything was so cool, we was chilling at the pad I was like "everything I do is just bad" It's sad, broken clam But I don't give a damn Everything I do, you know, I do it for the fam I won't stop until I make a hundred million bands Standing in the clouds dripping tears in my hand Come around, I hear it's man down Slow drown, I don't need a handout [?] pound, all the problems never understand, how Gassed out stuck inside a great cloud New wow, boy you need a new sound New sound the way new all 12 rounds No face, I don't ever wanna get found No place safe, shallow grave in the ground Run 'em down, run 'em down, bro it's out In the palm of my hands In the palm of my hands In the palm of my hands Put the money in the bag Fuck with me, get stabbed I don't wanna talk about it, I ain't tryna brag Put the body in the trunk and pedal get slammed Picking somewhere heading get it buried in the sand Hands, preaching through the walls get dragged Demons rising out the muck of hell on my command I got powers no-one on this earth can withstand Everything is going all according to plan