Lyric

Put em in the dirt

I got dreams schemes bags decisions

Painting everything in my techno color prism

My dream team

Is bags

I get em

Always running gettin cash

With my tainted wisdom

Yeah

I grind, hard fast

Precision

Don’t try to play me playa

Betta Focus on ya mission

I breathe, stretch, shake

Invision

Gold medals round my neck

While you

Put em in the dirt

(Yeah)

Put em in the dirt

(Yeah)

They told me put em in the dirt

Took the shovel first

They told me put em in the dirt

Put em in the dirt

(Yeah)

I get busy

I boss up

I get paid

They keep thinking

That they the truth

They all jakes

I don’t mind

If I fall

Still get bank

Got fears

Eff that

Make my way

I get busy

I boss up

I get paid

They keep thinking

That they the truth

They all jakes

I don’t mind

If I fall

Still get bank

Got fears

Eff that

Make my way

Check che che che check

Check it out

Check che che che check

Check it out

Check che che che check

Check it