It's SNICK No base running; still serving like Adam Wainwright Change ups was my main fright. Sunny days all became night I'm shining now. Of course you can't look at me in the same light You fuckers got opinions? Make sure that you say my name right Saint SNICK. Spell it out. S-N-I then C-K Want every single penny I'm owed. There ain't no leeway Had my cake and ate it too; like every day is my B-Day The game fucked up, all this pay to play like its EA Industry of micro-transactions got my fans asking Why I got less views, for jewels (Jules) than Sam Jackson Don't need no fucking label, to push me, for my spot You niggas falling out demand as soon as supply drop Who getting loot now? Tryna box for it like Marciano Then raise the next champ out the ghetto like Cus D'Amato Foreigns in custom models. It's foreign, when comes to models Won't get deep in explanation, still kill when points are hollow (So what you talking bout) I know it ain't rap. Know it's a fact Rep Queens in every verse, y'all niggas know where I'm at Far Rock! My land where the wave is, I stand wit the bravest My son gon' be the king, without Anthony Davis My daughter play Viola, talent, got it in her blood She gon' never have to work cause papa got it out the mud I don't like y'all, but still I socialized and made friends Shoutout Hamilton. Jackson. Uly Grant. Franklin Count it up, was counted out. I'll stop you, I'll say when I'll put the fear of God in niggas before they can say ten This ain't no play pen. The shit I write you can't have kids around it The culture missing essence, they lost it, but still I found it Now this shit ain't going nowhere, apparent, I got it grounded Ones that's praising my success, is the same fuckers who clowned it No round trips. Go take off. No playing on this run way Keep it plain, wave sticks at SNICK? Shit is only ending one way Oh you talking money? Think its cool til I check bags Wont know the price, til mommy, in the morgue tryna check tags Hold ya horses, like a fake Polo. I slay dolo Ain't on the same page less they got you for paid promo Muthafuckas want me dead so they could profit off my quotes I rap, circles round these devils tryna sacrifice the GOAT Take notes. It's still payola, rigged game we get into Shit be over, if you not here dropping coins to continue I devastate these featherweights. They bending truths, I set it straight Debating how I wanna go and regulate Either 16 in the clip, and, one in the hole Or a 16, outta SNICK, that leave em mourning ya soul (I'm God) Don't matter to me who around Never missing, shoot em down Reload I'm on my fully loaded shit Don't matter to me who around Never missing, shoot em down Reload I'm on my fully loaded shit Don't matter to me who around Never missing, shoot em down Reload I'm on my fully loaded I'm on my fully loaded Fully loaded SNICK Fully loaded SNICK