| I stay out of sight, it’s a satellite life |
| Got a shadow ice knife, Gucci lenses on my eyes |
| Bank account match my clothing size |
| That explains the price of my shoes |
| I got news, you can get cut up like fruit |
| Bladee one sound like Akon when I make songs |
| Say some wrong, you may run, you get rained on |
| Someone rather then no one, I got no one |
| I was so wrong, waiting so long |
| You were no one, hold on |
| I should go home to the chrome zone |
| No ozone, sold my soul now my souls gone |
| I hold the map, I got the keys to the city |
| GTB, I see machines in the city |
| Helicopters when we leave in December |
| On my LG, call my team, we assemble |
| I’m beyond, I don’t believe in the system |
| You can sing, I press delete, I don’t listen |
| I got items, I’m complete for no reason |
| Got no meaning, pull a the card get a reading |
| Thaiboy Goon, I got that weed in my system |
| You can sing, I press delete, I don’t listen |
| I got cash, I pull up clean for no reason |
| On my iPhone, call my team, now I’m beaming |
| Thaiboy Goon, I’m at the scene when I’m dreaming |
| GTBSG, we riding with no ceiling |
| Yung Thaiboy Goon, I’m posted in the building |
| You can sing, I press delete, I don’t listen |
| Ahhh, ahh |
| Bladee, bladee |