[Verse 1: Arte] Looking like my official first And if I keep rapping' like this you'll call it a gifted curse My mind is so far gone to not finish the verse That feeling is the worst Taking all the pain without a nurse I'm weeping weeping for that red cross But all I really need is a getaway with my own loft Maybe a couple dimes Hell nah bruh I'm fine I'm appreciating what's mine People like this don't come around too often My whole tribe is awesome I'm gon' ride til the coffin Until I'm pushing up daisies You know I'm thanking God just take a look how he made me But if I gotta tell the truth, rap made me do it Rap made me dream big and made me pursue it Rap made me set alarms while y'all n***as snoozin'
I'm calling U-Haul for a**istance cause I'm steady movin' [Small skit: Arte] Im-ima just let the...Ima just let this joint ride Like, I don't know the beat cold anyway Ima just...hop straight into the hook [Hook: Arte] It's not a single A different kind of jingle I'm A1 like bingo Cause you know that it's the primo Learn the lingo You wanna count the c-notes But under one condition gotta vibe with the primo Come and vibe with the primo [x3] I know you wanna count the c-notes [Speech: Ray Lewis] So you know that it's the primo (yeah) [x2] RTR, TSO, 201915 soon we gon' blow yeah Word A wo-wo-word (yeah)