Food, shelter, and clothing is the basic necessities in life
He's kind of a mystic, a modern master
His brain is one of the most singular creations
Of the last century
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Okay, okay, okay

Bleed liquid coke when I slit your throat
The fishing pole broke, I was reeling in a rich ho
If she flipping should let that bitch go (let it go)
Dishing 'em, smoke made business slow
Got crazy women so I know when niggas is feminine
You could never check my temperature on the internet
Empty threats from a jealous ex, she need medicine for Tourette's
A hurtful text couldn't disturb my rest
Made some chicken off raps you thought was some chicken scratch
Don't make me dig in my bag, the magnum ain't gift-wrapped
This is me giving back, uh
It's not a catch twenty-two, this a TEC-22
We the "Get Money" crew
I put you dudes up in a hospital bedroom
I bet your legs won't move
Why in school you ain't learn social queues?
Excuse me if I'm opening wounds expensive clothes won't soothe
All this ice won't remove my bruise
You hide behind your jewels but that's not how it was groomed
Every full moon I spot a witch I knew riding a broom
Wasn't buying Balenciaga shoes (uh)
And if we being frank, I created this lane
If you hating, then eat a Frank
It can go either way, I will not turn you away if you need a fade
I'm just playing my guy, don't be afraid (you have nothing to fear)

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby

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Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Rahkeim Calief Meyer