Label over here
I'm ceo t
Head at the label chair
I'm the nigga they fear
Like Jordan in the air
It's the biggest richest
Independent label over here
I'm ceo t
Head at the label chair
I'm the nigga they fear
Like Jordan in the air
I'm ballin and ion care
They softer than baby hair
I was born for this
From the grind and the grit
To the feeling of making millions
Ya self with no splits
Broke away any bitch
Who thought I would trick
U got the wrong one mama
Him ain't it
Only thing u could tag is my name
On ya body
Tag alongs never welcome
I say no for a hobby
Don't ask me for nothing
But a mother fuckin job
We got the same 24
I use mines to defy odds
Got even with almost all I was beefin
It's a few still salty
Left em soaking in that seasoning
Revenge for most is rare
But I like to see em bleeding
U thinking steakhouse
I'm singing bout stakeouts in the evening
Sittin in a Benz
Loaded to the ends
Red dot on the glock
Carti on the lens
He ain't even see it coming
Like so many in the end
It's better to know u have enemies
Then to think u have friends
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