my pockets fill like they got minoxidil
high risks don't give me thrills
the heat don't get me to chill
but safety don't pay my bills
so i don't check the rock im all in on the pot
callin bluffs on all sorts of stuffs
you folded before the cards face up
because of stories you made up
seven figure home with no pay stubs
smooth skin with no make up
pull out a red key and my pockets still ain't empty
i been eating and still got the hunger
why your bimmer got three numbers
you see me there's only one, classique
and im out b******s

Rap's a dying empire
These geezers do not retire
Still chartin' hit shingles
Them's the only joints that's fire

It was just yesterday
That they did the Freshman cypher
Now Lil Baby and DaBaby
Might really got on a diaper

How you a legacy act
When you never could rap
Some s*** they never had
Now they're getting it back

Nose in her ass why I'm tryna genuflect
So if I lever lose sight I can track by her scent
Vampire wife; I got gash 'n her neck
Runnin' cock through the valley of the shadow death