作曲 : Tristan on the Track
作词 : Layla Khepri
-First Verse -
I’m higher right now than an altitude/ that you wouldn’t even know at your most sober state/ I came around the bend with that latitude/ got a barrel when you touch it it e*******es/ gettin to it like a rabid case/ kill the beat and at a rapid pace/ doing numbers you can’t calculate/ you a fowl snake/ I’m money hungry, I just want the cheese and not whatever mouse that ate it/ got an oven baking couch potatoes/ causing my hiatus/ what I miss the most is saying hi to haters/ you can ice the cake and you can take a bite but you don’t get to take it/ I’ma eat my portion save the rest for later/ don’t hate the cake ***** hate the baker/ matter fact… hate the oven and while you’re at it/ hate the fact I’m al-most fa-mous/

- Chorus/Bridge -
…You can hate on me yes so be it
….My money talks and walks that’s legit/
…If I dont run s**t ***** I’ll skip
….And you can hate that I’m almost famous 

- Second Verse -
Little potty mouth
what you talking s**t for
just to turn around and suck a ****** **** til your lips sore
my eyes on the prize
contract on a cliboard
open mic now but i'm bound for the fillmore 
patience ninja
i heard its all about location ninjaa and everywhere i go
it's dry as s**t but the whip's still wet
that's what I call that oasis syndrome 
how you like me now
please dont wipe me down
wanna touch
cut your fingers off and made into sniper rounds
cuz ou'll never come close to me
just a quick overview
my s**ts of poppari
your s**t is overdue
you didn't notice me standing in front of you so i jumped over you
make people sick with that chandelier 
stomach flu gunning through ovaries i'm both the s**t and the piss like a ***** is supposed to be
all off my groceries getting that bag
you could be too but you're not so you're mad
mad b*****s round like some girls on the rag
and one week a month we're all single as ****
doing whatever we want
***** please, money makes me come
back trunk back road, now you know, awkward silence then we gotta go
even if i don't get no love i'ma love my haters 
you can count on me like a calculator
let me sum it up let you meet your maker
kill with kindness 
meet in person 
sleep with gators
go night night ninja
i dont wanna do it but you about to try to start a
aight ninja
end up with a knife in ya
bullet to ya knees trynna even out the height difference
mic spitta might spit in ya and rhyme sick than anyone's known to man then again i'm not a man
still telling these haters blow me
cuz inside of thems a fan
i polished the brand
layla khepri the name and loyal to the fam
loyal to the bands
arab money stacking oil in a can b*****s