[Chorus: Rico]
Who you think you talking to? (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You take that tone with me, and I'mma go off
You watch out, 'cause you don’t know what I’m about to do (Oh no, oh no, oh)
You think that you the boss, but you a servant to the man
I bet your mama isn’t proud of you (No she not, no she not)
I been the king of my craft, you think that you my superior
That claim is simply not the truth (Facts, facts, facts, facts)
So who you think you talking to, huh?
[Verse 1: Rico]
So listen, I’ll be methodical
What I’m saying is probable
Don’t mean to be intolerable
Hell nah, you said you got it? Bull?
I don’t take lies, what you tryin'?
Anybody wanna come and get me, fine!
You an old ass man, so you ain’t got time
I’m a young ass boss, and I’m in my prime
You are not LeBron, so the crown is mine (What?)
No, I don’t hold any resentment (No)
I am not overly sеnsitive (No), but what you are saying is offensivе
They should come and find you, and then treat yo ass like Doja Cat
My boss outta pocket- cancel culture, come and get his ass!
I do not listen to you, little boy, where your diploma at? (Where?)
You are a fraud who acts like God, but you are of the lower class
You are a guy who acts so high- I think you on coke, in fact
You are a pawn while I got on checkmate, I got the gold attached
[Verse 2: Kid Rohan]
I'm a big dawg, I've been bossing and you obey
You say you got the talk but your pockets carry no weight
Skin color look cocaine, you a no name
B Side, low grade
Imma rewind to expose fakes on the decline
You say, "No way," but I know ways
'Cause you a façade
Ain't with the talk, but you tryna spazz out, like I'm late to the job
Giving me road rage
Leave you hot headed with the cold plays
You in my domain
You a demon boomer with some old fangs
Crazy how you think you mean business, looking at the system there's no change
Fail to speak up, you got throat pain
Here's some medication, are you okay?
We forever staying in the low plane, 'cause there's no raise
Got it picture perfect with the whole frame
You in an old frame of mind
What you say to I? Yeah, I came to try
Take the whole world, then I make it mine
Ain't no state or claim, that make you realize
Every single thing I make, stupid
You think you well-liked, but you are everything I hate, stupid!
Imma shove this wallet, cash, and paycheck in your face, stupid!
Bigger dreams on time for me, that's why I'm always late, stupid!
[Chorus: Rico]
Who you think you talking to? (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You take that tone with me, and I'mma go off
You watch out, 'cause you don’t know what I’m about to do (Oh no, oh no, oh)
You think that you the boss, but you a servant to the man
I bet your mama isn’t proud of you (No she not, no she not)
I been the king of my craft, you think that you my superior
That claim is simply not the truth (Facts, facts, facts, facts)
So who you think you talking to, huh?
[Verse 3: KXIBA]
Imma hop in for a minute, the fuck are you thinking?
You're throwing your toys out of the pram
I just fucking made 100 grand
Bitch, you only rich on Instagram
You livin' down, I'm livin grand
I try to give you the upper hand
You never really had business plans
Now get out my face, I'm a busy man
I don't have time for your squabbling arguments
Acting like you got a rocket ship
Honestly, I'mma be all on my Potter shit
Make you disappear and run like a faucet bitch (Huh)
Immature, just like a toddler
Crawling, I'm running, and I can go farther
Believe in yourself, I'm committing a martyr
I taught you everything, just like your father did
How is your father, kid?
Not making the money you thought he did, but you acting like you did
You just a problem, kid- proceed with caution, kid
You'll be deceived by the people you trust
Getting alienated, just like you a Martian, bitch!
[Verse 4: Rico]
Be deceived by what, stupid?
Is it the fact that I don’t really like your cut, stupid!
You set up the hurdle, but you know that I'mma run through it
You fitted in Nike, but you know that you can’t just do it
Hairline look like Tory Lanez, hairline look like LeBron James
Everybody know that you a boomer (You old!)
I get money, ain’t no change, I got that limitless range
Everybody knows you ain’t a shooter (Steph Curry)
[Verse 5: KXIBA]
Bitch, I don't need no shooter (Yuh)
I'm aiming my rhymes, I'm ruthless
Aim for your soul, and I shoot it (Yuh)
I'll teach you like you was a student (Yuh)
Blacked out Beamer crusin'
Runnin' up money, while you bitches losin'
Slackin' on work, yeah, I see you two snoozin'
Life is a pain, and you're in for a bruisin'
[Verse 6: Kid Rohan]
This is my dream, and I'm living it up
But you so washed up and close to giving it up
Stupid lil' boss tryna lean with the kid
But it's shaky, like what would be still in my cup
Me vs you, that's a million to one
Just like OnlyFans, we gon' make millions a month
But we don't sell our body, gonna get rich like Roddy
Vacay turn to a payday, round trip to the East, we chilling in Abu Dhabi
Your calendar pics our flight plan, you can't even be a hype man
You crying next to your nightstand, we executing the night plans
Don't look, we got the bright bands- I'm the real drank, you a lite can
[Verse 7: KXIBA]
Shut up about your money, 'cause nobody gives a fuck!
I don't care about your dreams and passions, go and give them up
Now get the fuck out of my office, and no, I won't wish you luck
Guess what? You're fucking fired
Go get your things and then pack them up, I've had enough
Who you think you talking to? (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You take that tone with me, and I'mma go off
You watch out, 'cause you don’t know what I’m about to do (Oh no, oh no, oh)
You think that you the boss, but you a servant to the man
I bet your mama isn’t proud of you (No she not, no she not)
I been the king of my craft, you think that you my superior
That claim is simply not the truth (Facts, facts, facts, facts)
So who you think you talking to, huh?
[Verse 1: Rico]
So listen, I’ll be methodical
What I’m saying is probable
Don’t mean to be intolerable
Hell nah, you said you got it? Bull?
I don’t take lies, what you tryin'?
Anybody wanna come and get me, fine!
You an old ass man, so you ain’t got time
I’m a young ass boss, and I’m in my prime
You are not LeBron, so the crown is mine (What?)
No, I don’t hold any resentment (No)
I am not overly sеnsitive (No), but what you are saying is offensivе
They should come and find you, and then treat yo ass like Doja Cat
My boss outta pocket- cancel culture, come and get his ass!
I do not listen to you, little boy, where your diploma at? (Where?)
You are a fraud who acts like God, but you are of the lower class
You are a guy who acts so high- I think you on coke, in fact
You are a pawn while I got on checkmate, I got the gold attached
[Verse 2: Kid Rohan]
I'm a big dawg, I've been bossing and you obey
You say you got the talk but your pockets carry no weight
Skin color look cocaine, you a no name
B Side, low grade
Imma rewind to expose fakes on the decline
You say, "No way," but I know ways
'Cause you a façade
Ain't with the talk, but you tryna spazz out, like I'm late to the job
Giving me road rage
Leave you hot headed with the cold plays
You in my domain
You a demon boomer with some old fangs
Crazy how you think you mean business, looking at the system there's no change
Fail to speak up, you got throat pain
Here's some medication, are you okay?
We forever staying in the low plane, 'cause there's no raise
Got it picture perfect with the whole frame
You in an old frame of mind
What you say to I? Yeah, I came to try
Take the whole world, then I make it mine
Ain't no state or claim, that make you realize
Every single thing I make, stupid
You think you well-liked, but you are everything I hate, stupid!
Imma shove this wallet, cash, and paycheck in your face, stupid!
Bigger dreams on time for me, that's why I'm always late, stupid!
[Chorus: Rico]
Who you think you talking to? (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You take that tone with me, and I'mma go off
You watch out, 'cause you don’t know what I’m about to do (Oh no, oh no, oh)
You think that you the boss, but you a servant to the man
I bet your mama isn’t proud of you (No she not, no she not)
I been the king of my craft, you think that you my superior
That claim is simply not the truth (Facts, facts, facts, facts)
So who you think you talking to, huh?
[Verse 3: KXIBA]
Imma hop in for a minute, the fuck are you thinking?
You're throwing your toys out of the pram
I just fucking made 100 grand
Bitch, you only rich on Instagram
You livin' down, I'm livin grand
I try to give you the upper hand
You never really had business plans
Now get out my face, I'm a busy man
I don't have time for your squabbling arguments
Acting like you got a rocket ship
Honestly, I'mma be all on my Potter shit
Make you disappear and run like a faucet bitch (Huh)
Immature, just like a toddler
Crawling, I'm running, and I can go farther
Believe in yourself, I'm committing a martyr
I taught you everything, just like your father did
How is your father, kid?
Not making the money you thought he did, but you acting like you did
You just a problem, kid- proceed with caution, kid
You'll be deceived by the people you trust
Getting alienated, just like you a Martian, bitch!
[Verse 4: Rico]
Be deceived by what, stupid?
Is it the fact that I don’t really like your cut, stupid!
You set up the hurdle, but you know that I'mma run through it
You fitted in Nike, but you know that you can’t just do it
Hairline look like Tory Lanez, hairline look like LeBron James
Everybody know that you a boomer (You old!)
I get money, ain’t no change, I got that limitless range
Everybody knows you ain’t a shooter (Steph Curry)
[Verse 5: KXIBA]
Bitch, I don't need no shooter (Yuh)
I'm aiming my rhymes, I'm ruthless
Aim for your soul, and I shoot it (Yuh)
I'll teach you like you was a student (Yuh)
Blacked out Beamer crusin'
Runnin' up money, while you bitches losin'
Slackin' on work, yeah, I see you two snoozin'
Life is a pain, and you're in for a bruisin'
[Verse 6: Kid Rohan]
This is my dream, and I'm living it up
But you so washed up and close to giving it up
Stupid lil' boss tryna lean with the kid
But it's shaky, like what would be still in my cup
Me vs you, that's a million to one
Just like OnlyFans, we gon' make millions a month
But we don't sell our body, gonna get rich like Roddy
Vacay turn to a payday, round trip to the East, we chilling in Abu Dhabi
Your calendar pics our flight plan, you can't even be a hype man
You crying next to your nightstand, we executing the night plans
Don't look, we got the bright bands- I'm the real drank, you a lite can
[Verse 7: KXIBA]
Shut up about your money, 'cause nobody gives a fuck!
I don't care about your dreams and passions, go and give them up
Now get the fuck out of my office, and no, I won't wish you luck
Guess what? You're fucking fired
Go get your things and then pack them up, I've had enough
( Rift, Rico & Kid Rohan )
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