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[Intro]
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When it come down to this music shit, I do not know what I want
I just be worrying ‘bout running my numbers up, nigga, that’s all that I want
Riding ‘round with a hundred and some
I ain’t worried, know I’m one of the ones
Check the score, it’s a 100–1
Make the call and I’m getting it done

[Verse]
I just like to keep it simple
I don’t really like complex
500k off of rapping
But I ain’t really tryna flex
Say what y’all want, I ain’t gon’ be upset
If I really want it, then I be up next
How I’m a rookie but also a vet?
How I just drop eighty-five on a bet?
How she drop down and start giving me neck?
I’m in the east but got cribs in the west
How am I at my worst, but I still be the best?
I don’t even like rapping like this is a test
Wait, y’all know it’s DigBar
And I be lit like a cigar
Got a li’l foreign bitch, she call me “niggar” (What?)
She play with my meat like a guitar
I just be rapping and fucking around
I do this shit for the fans
She said she be liking how I put it down
She said I can be her new man
Making these songs and making this money
My nigga, I guess that’s the plan
They said I can’t do it, I showed them I can
I’m balling Detroit like I’m Jalen Duren

[Outro]
I just be trying to please the fans, man, like
I know some people like the normal music, some people like the sus music, you know, I just
Do this shit for the fans