Yall still sleeping You should get up off the mattress molly got me on that magic carpet like Aladdin Poppin a pill- poppin a seal- to deal with all this madness Packing the steel- digital scales- Im back up on my trap shit Im back up on it-fuck with me I'll be-come wanted There's no opponent-crucifying rappers like the Romans I know where im going- On a drastic incline- I gots to get mine In the summer it's snowing- but it's wrapped in plastic- don't get zip-tied Time to put this in motion- I see dollars approaching- you don't want smoke- Got that smoke detector in the trunk and I'll pop it open My flow is an omen making sure rappers die slowly Take you for your chain and your rolly Then blast when you try to dial police Trap shit- extended clip make you back flip- im just trying to live while I stack chips- simmer down bitch you aint that lit (lit-lit) You just posing-I spit poison venom Im focused You don't know me- run up on me it won't be cozy- I want my throne seat Im just killing shit that way Trying to put a Mill up in the safe Throwing that M up in the air cuz I rep my mothafuckin state M-town Queen City dope game- don't play Get out my lane- I don't fuck with no lames My goal is the guap and Im making it plain I was catching fire- now Im spitting flames Leaving these haters with splitting headaches Take a chill pill- sumpin to sedate as you sucom to my opponent's fate Its like it was written-do this in my sleep haters can't tell me shit cuz Im what the game needs