〈Verse 2: X Money〉
Dissin’ who? Hope it wasn’t me, cause that wouldn’t be smart
The way I shoot and how I keep it low, I’m like Ray Allen’s arc
Think you cool, you ain’t got no rizz, you ain’t got no sauce
Cause you is twitching, put you on the tv, like you Adin Ross
Then there’s the opps, they sendin’ the shots, do it with no warning
We gon’ kill ’em, we gon’ have they parents’ nights turn to they mournings
Just talked to God, ride his wave like Rod, guess I’m the Holy one
Now I’m a rapper, should’ve been a golfer, I put a Hole-in-one
4 by 4, hit ’em in the top, hit ’em in the spine
I ain’t lying, I’mma get it done, just gimme some time
You exposing me, not how it ‘posed to be, but I ain’t scared
Just trust the process, and you’ll see the outcome when I hop on air
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