Lately I been feeling like I'm Shaq to defend Boomerang bands they come back to my hands Yeah I fell but, I am never lapsing again Roundtrip when I'm throwing I don't ask where it land PJ to the bay I got an ounce on the sand Big amounts, big accounts, brand new house with some land Counting up but don't count me out, I'm the count rule the dead Jackpot sevens hitting all around me again I'm too busy making money got no time to follow trends Busy tying up loose ends Make a bag not make amends Wrist on jack frost, freezing time while counting dividends How you paying me attention but not paying for your rent Whoa back off I don't really think you understand The way AK taxing niggas you might think I'm Uncle Sam Trap game too official they might win the science fair Got two choppers that protect my pockets never unaware With these choppas, guarantee a click goin' take you out of here Elevator or the stairs, you get lifted in the air But I favor blades, child hearted how I love to swing Vergil motivated to the gates, they can't find em' he displaced He started screaming when the bulldog ate his face No one knows, no one cares, I just know he in a vase Like a car, get em placed in the graveyard, ain't hard Opp pack up at Ruth Chris, this my favorite part Orbs piercing right out the abyss, I watch his life depart Niggas should've known it from the start, orc nation Ozai told em send the sign for the invasion Whoa, I'm setting up for world domination The whole time, goal lines, set in outer space Don't hit my phone, I'm rolling up my opps, I'm on vacation I think I level up like every time they say they'd murder me I live forever solid I'm a pillar of eternity I'm burning tracks, its murder in the first degree We taking over, if you turn the street you might catch me I'm out with murdabeats Wit ya chick on myrtle beach, she call me sandman You couldn't make her dance, but a band can Metal out, playing with the drums like it's bandcamp Put the chop down, but I'm still with Merci Van Damme Bloodsport, I don't see em bleeding, then I want more Shooting till he dead, Johnny told me chill I said what for Huh, orc nation