[Intro]
(Number one champion sound, anybody?)
(Truth from the underground) (uh)
Yeah, ay, they like, “why you always bragging?”
I’m just telling ‘em what God did
[Verse]
‘05, bumping dipset on your neck like a bow tie
Same friends I grew up with, playing GoldenEye
Working overtime, till you think it happened overnight
Microphone check, golf claps at the open mic
Why the stage here eye-level? (uh)
Getting challenged by a drunk, to a rap battle
I called him [?] Daniel, he callеd me hypocrite
God, I know You in control, but what the hеck is going on?
Everything is going wrong, tryna’ be a witness here
Ain’t no ranting going on, all I need is one shot
Marty got the golden gun, oh, you think you him, now?
You thought you was the only one? (For real?)
[Chorus]
Uh, this is business, it ain’t personal
It wasn’t rap, it was real estate that paid the bills
I know you hate the real, let’s change the topic
They like, “why you bragging?”
I’m just tellin’ ‘em what God did
[Verse]
Ok, by the time I pop out, y’all was catching Z’s
Gonna be a cold summer, had to make them freeze
Had to flip a couple tables on these Pharisees
Now he’d start his own business, he was making D’s
Hmm, okay, you got me there big dog
Label got mad I wasn’t making songs for TikTok
Heard them yapping behind my back like a trick shot
Had to make a plan, gotta wife, I gotta think smart, heh
You know these bills ain’t gon’ pay ‘emself
Had to make a couple songs that made me hate myself
Had to wait in line, I had to pay myself
I had to put some numbers up like my name Adele
[Chorus]
Uh, this is business, it ain’t personal
It wasn’t rap, it was real estate that paid the bills
I know you hate the real, let’s change the topic
They like, “why you bragging?”
I’m just tellin’ ‘em what God did
[Outro]
Ay, ay, ay, c’mon
Yeah, wassup?
Apollo Records, baby
Woah
(Don’t be [?] in a time like this)