Uh, check it, they lost their grip, man...
They know the deal, but still they trip, man...
Steady fallin', steady tippin'—watch 'em!

Suckas on the block, got no foundation,
Talk a big talk, but no dedication.
Chasin' the bag but fumble the mission,
Slippin' on ice like they skipped the friction.

Too many flexin', fake with the gold,
Actin' all shiny but their soul been sold.
Steady watch me cook while their game stay missin',
I ain't even mad, suckas be slippin'.

They slip, they slide, they trip, can't hide,
Too much pride, now they drown in the tide.
I rise, I glide, no skips, just vibes,
Suckas out here fallin' and they ain't gon' survive.

Tried to run the race, but they outta their lane,
Gassed up quick, but they can't maintain.
Try to throw shade, but the aim ain't hittin',