Run Up The Score

Young mercenary, carry weight of the globe

Shit get scary with a blade to your throat

I am not OK and I'm making it known

2024, bitch, we takin the throne

Snake chokehold squeezed tight they compressing

Coppin pleas left and right see 'em confessing

Master of the beats and when I spit it's still impressive

Scrapped an EP cause that shit was too depressin'

Tryna tell 'em I'm on drugs or something

I only popped like 4 —— in three months or something

Can't nobody have no fun or nun

Cause they microscope watchin to be judged for sum

Go ahead cruise my whip through the lot faster

I got 'em frozen standing still like a pocket passer

Cheese stacking up, still fuck the Packers

Blow up the spot like a rocket disaster

Kinda like the Challenger

It's a balancing act to match with my caliber

I pass the rock like Haliburton

Ask my net worth? It's double double your's for certain

They been timid, you Ben Simmons, you always hurting

And ain't winning like the Pistons, shit you losing me

Got these motherfuckers hating, they ain't used to me

I'ma need all my bills to stay blue and green

I need that 250 mil like Zion when he signed the deal

But I ain't clout chasing, no I ain't Moriah Mills

Young spastic, in the attic smoking microplastic

They must've thought I was a psycho bastard

Shit they was half right, we keeping the bags tight

And we climbing 'til we reaching the last flight

Pull up to your crib, I'm with the squad and they got beams (Oh shit...)

They musta thought we brought the swat team