The streets sayin' that Chapo on some big things
Big nigga, so you know I came with some big dreams
Tryna make it out, man, you know the streets real mean
My niggas don't want water, man, they'd rather go and sip lean
Man, I'm tryna go and stuff a quarter in these ripped jeans
Y'all can keep the junkies, man, I only want the rich fiends
$80, three-five, taste it when you hit these
Anytime you see Chapo, you know I throw threes
I can make the work disappear like I'm Criss Angel
Gold medal shit when I rap, bitch, I'm Kurt Angle
You can make any bitch cum, you hit the right angle
I'm out here servin' chicken to these niggas like I'm Bojangles
I had to go and cut some niggas off, they only told fables
Never turnin' on my brothers, bitch, I'm not Kane and Abel
I'ma make an M anyway if I'm f*ckin' able
Yeah, I rap, but I don't give a f*ck about damn label
When I hit the blunt, f*ck the stars, I'm in Yodieland
I been on the road so long like the Michelin man
Niggas say I'm winnin', they tryna come diss me again
Quiet when they see me, but the toughest when they on the gram
I don't run from shit, we got sticks on the Sprinter van
Nigga run up, pop, pop, we done hit them again
In every situation, R3LLCHAP is the bigger man
But niggas dumb as hell if they think he ain't spinnin' again
Uh, man, I'm tryna have rich problems
The ice dancin' too much, that bitch TikTokin
I got all these hoes callin' me Big Poppa
Feelin' like the goat, R3LLCHAP, Chris Wallace
Like I said, I'm on big things, I got big dreams
Tryna leave the state, take my bitch to the Maldives
Now I got pape, everybody want a quick piece
If you ain't come around when I was down, you can hold these