Billion dollar mind frame its giving me migraine, how im gone get it in this little bit of frame, the clock steady ticking and bitch still tripping, and my palms still itching, nigga i can smell da digits, most you niggas rats, i can smell witness, Fuck everybody who hated on me, Love everybody who waited on me, throwed shade on me, now im paid homey, niggas traded on me, should've stayed homey, left me lonely,but i stayed hungry, and im still hungry, like i aint ate homey, The rap game looking like whole snack, Got my invitation, where doh at, got my spoon ready and my flo mat, bout to eat good and take a whole nap, chase tha sack like warren sapp, Got that 30 on me like Todd Gurley persistent with it like Steph Curry I leave my show, in no hurry my shooters trained got no worries, make the wrong move and get buried