Verse 1:

I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
And I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smoking all day homie, name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cause I'm making paper
See I'm grinding but I ain't a skater, flyer than the aviator
Wash my hands and dry em, it's been a day of labor
I ain't a baker but tell 'em I want my cake in layers
Catch me walking on water, but I ain't your savior
I got that wet on me, call me T. Boone Pickens
He drills for water, when he finds it, that's what we do spitting (What you mean?)
What I mean is what you need, you get it
Stuffing profit in they pocket, hah, that's how we use rhythm (in the pocket)
Reboot system, ain't no stalling, got a renewed engine
Unless you bitches paying me, don't worry about what we do pimpin'
Needle dicks, acting like some preschool children
Got 'em fiending, feed em, now they OD'ing off me, look how the needle did 'em
I don't ball right? What you mean you tripping
And what you call life, I call that thing you livin
Swear to god once I started you can see you finished
Power of the California governor with T2's image
Swear to god when Arnold was catching bodies on the screen
Tupac was dropping knowledge on the scene
That's not poetic justice
But what is, is him shooting two cops, Should've bodied 'em, topple the machine
We on Citizen's Watch
For every unarmed civilian killed, we taking two innocent cops
Fight the rules of politicians that fight to rule
They won't listen 'til we snatch they kids from their private school/

Hook:

But I don't hate the game, don't even hate the player
and I don't sing like Drake, you can thank me later
I been smoking all day homie, name your flavor
Now I'm feeling like a mill, funny 'cause I'm making paper
I'm off that bullshit, I'm off that bullshit, I'm off that bullshit, fuck it, now I'm back on it
I'm off that bullshit, I'm off that bullshit, I'm off that bullshit, fuck it, now I'm back on it (x2)

Verse 2:

They tapped my celly, ditch the phones, glass of henny sippin slow
Fuck em all, clap a fed and dig a hole to fit his bones
Napa valley vintage flow with Machiavelli principles
You can't protect me from not having any, get your own
If I front it to you, bring it back, the Give and Go
Stockton pass, off the package, that's my kid Malone
Ain't no middle men, we get it where the shit is grown
Swear we been here so long, we should visit home (No)
My connect gives it low, now I'm in my zone
I'm like him, when I spit, I'm taking limbs from clones
More like Walt White… fuck Walt Disney
Think it's all hype, I'll assault Mickey
Stomp Minnie, run up on y'all kiddies
Slip 'em all mickeys, feed 'em malt liquor, yea, all Mickeys
Told me mom I'd make enough to build a small city
Promised before they take me out, I'll take 'em all with me

Hook