Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jumpin the gun
Uppin the stick and they run
I move to the beat of my
Uh, move to the beat of my drum
I used to do shit for the fun
Now I'm finding my balance
The shoes is new balance
Got too many talents
Yahweh been good
I salute all who challenge
Out of the way the gang moving with malice
Nobody care bout a ranking or status
Head down we bagging the baddest
Catch and release all this fishing is practice
Requesting ain't cheap and your pockets is brackish
I'll let you believe that I'm passive
Y'all love to reach then pull back just imagine
If I played the beat with no actual rapping
Y'all looking silly don't know who you adding
Call em my twin when they play you like Madden
Birds of a feather don't mean that they flappin
Don't empty a clip then get mad when they blastin
Plenty of chicks and they all wanna tap in
You jumpin the gun
Uppin the stick and they run
I move to the beat of my drum
You used to believe there was sumn
Told you the truth you were stunned
Wanna impeach me like Trump
You know that ain't easily done
You used to do shit for the fun
She so got damn salty she switched to inactive
Buddy got hit now he's gone like it's magic
Packin for trips you ain't going to tragic
Shawty got pissed cause you know I ain't bagging
Pleading the fifth on the info you asking
Pleading for gifts cause the money is stacking
I'm never out cause my energies lasting
The power went out they don't know how I'm acting
Power is out we gone
Blackout, Blackout, Blackout, Blackout, Blackout, Blackout
Blackout, Blackout,Blackout, Blackout, Blackout, Blackout, Blackout
