LYRIC

Cooler than Coolio, stay in the studio
Flyer than Peter Pan when I'm pushin' that Rufio
It's that Stone Mountain ceo, wishin' that you was me
Girls on the tour bus, keep that ratio two or three
Fly as a my on top of the month
East side till I die, let me hang you a buck
Keep your mouth so shut, talk is cheap
'Bino been here, y'all been sleep
'Bino hot and we know this
Fuck the rest, we've been chosen
Keepin' up with these Joneses
Still stunt with these hoes-es
Snow street like Domo, so street like Elmo
'Bino ain't the coldest? Man, you funny like my elbow
Always on some other shit, stupid like my type of rich
Damn, what kind of life is this? I'm driven like some licenses
Let they head out when the beat come in
I'mma wait till the beat go in
You so sophisticated
Shout out to those who hated
Kill a rapper, try to spit at me, that's suicide
Gambino forever, and Royalty is do or die

[Outro:] I'mma wait till the beat go in (x2)

Kill a rapper, try to spit at me, that's suicide
Gambino forever, and Royalty is do or die

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