Go!

Pressed, lotta these moves don't make no sense

Bitches 'll think that I'm callin' 'em thick when I tell that hoe why you stay so dense

Lotta the cancelled on the fence, lotta the frightened been crowdin' the bench

They'll hate you to death 'cause you playin' the game, but stay in their head they're replaying your steps

I don't feel pity, God sent to my city

Got bitches all giddy, ride sitting too pretty

Mindset is so witty, prime time I score 50

Too hard I'm too gritty, 2 step is too litty

But I don't feel safe. I feel like this new tech stay fucking 'round with all my brain waves

Smooth sailing, got a side bitch just to help me find out where my main stay

Then she told me that I'm outta line, I done crossed it kinda like a lane change

I been tryna go upwards while they down swinging tryna maintain

I don't get worried 'bout shit on the outside, why'd I get pressed over shit I don't know

I put my pride in the fact I'm a free man, free mind thinking that they can't control

Offer a hand just to drop 'em again, boy it ain't my fault that you stuck in the hole

So why would they think that I'm on a nice tip, I don't take no risks when I'm fucking these hoes

You better go! You better go!

You better go! You better go!

Son Rob you better know

Tellin' these hoes they should leave me alone, I don't want no one to hit up my phone

Don't want to get bothered when I'm in the zone, 'cause after you do that then you can't atone

Their neck carry glass but their throwing the stones

My mind ain't affected by breaking my bones

My mind ain't affected when I'm on my own

I'm past that shit nowadays, I'm grown

This shit is so fake (yeah it's fugazi)

But the finish is so real (yeah that's straight facts)

They don't know the difference, you sell 'em a replica that copy the whole feel

They throwing the game and I'm running the ball I might cover the whole field

I'll keep it pushing 'til I'm 'bout 30 something like O'neal

Their throwing a pick 6, I pick 'em off straight guessin' kinda like the knicks picks

Last thing they hear is click click, caught another body like a big fish

Lure 'em in to get a quick fix, borrowed time going tick tick

No fade, middle part, new barber get your wig split

I don't get worried 'bout shit on the outside, why'd I get pressed over shit I don't know

I put my pride in the fact I'm a free man, free mind thinking that they can't control

Offer a hand just to drop 'em again, boy it ain't my fault that you stuck in the hole

So why would they think that I'm on a nice tip, I don't take no risks when I'm fucking these hoes

You better go! You better go!

You better go! You better go!

Son Rob you better know