Intro: Alpha. That means A1, man. Uh. Say dat. Verse: No matter how old I get, I'll never ever give it up// Ima make it happen, break my stacks so we can live it up// Getting rich as fuck, the bucks are coming in abundance// It's already printed, our intentions turn to substance// Getting those hundreds, riding 'round the city// Midtown Raleigh in that Audi, how many are with me?// People in my generation wanna be the greatest// They don't understand the work it takes to make the A-List// Haters gon' hate this, looking like a champ-een// Bitches looking thirsty, better grab themselves a canteen// Smelling like Pantene, gotta keep their hair nice// Fucking me for me, and since it's free it's such a fair price// Who you know that's this consistent with it? I deliver// Never quiver cuz I'm confident with all I give her// Coach a stripper up, I'm Bond Rivera off the rip, bruh// They're taking in a river of the henny, fuck a liver// Hook: Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Verse 2: They show a boy a little of love, a lot of love// A lot of dubs, Midnight Club, we poppin bub// My stock is up, the bids high, I cannot be touched// You cocky much? I strive to be a notch above// An older version of myself cuz I'm competitive// Promised myself I wouldn't have to stay with relatives// I sell my soul to y'all, I only have myself to give// Now I'm being mistaken for a wealthy kid// I'm tryna make it for my folks, man, on my folks// I put in work, I'm getting yoked, you know I'm dope// Im super great, super great, And I ain't Drake// Im something different all together, here's my coup de grace// I keep it coming, play the bongos, beat the drums// The streets are run by ADN, that's elite alum// You get a clue, g-get a clue like Peter Plum// Im on my Yeezy shit, y'all way back there in season one// Hook: Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Verse 3: 919 God and my girls wet tight blondes// not a slut, not a whore, but a sex icon// I’m the next Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan// First name Bob, tri-umph over vio-lence// Get my fly on while you mother fuckers divebomb// bygones’ll be bygones once I go Iran// Once ya boy blows up and foes throw a nose up// Claim to do no such thing, they lie to Bond// I’m the Bene Benwikere of this hippity hop// Getting coverage, getting picked a lot and fitting in slots// My boss told me the clocks ticking, and he gifted a watch// to illustrate the sense of urgency, won’t sit in this spot// Much longer, it ain’t my place to play small so I play loud// these sound waves are the wave in my fave town// any day now your girls gonna lay down// and open up, she must’ve been reading that Brene Brown// Hook: Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it// Alpha-alpha-alphamania, I got it//

Intro: Yeah...yeah...SHH, I'm talking. Verse 1: You know me, spit sick, wiz kid, misfit// I'ma flip the script on 'em, never keep a zipped lip// Fuck it, I'ma get rich, I'ma go and buy a quick// pick everyday, you can't win if you don't play// I do me, I do me, no-one lives their lives through me// Not trying to be something I'm not, I could go without that// You know everyday it hurts when I'm 'bout to go to work// I'ma quit my fucking job, man that shit ain't have no perks// Man I swear it ain't have no benefits like when I'd message women, bro// They ain't really sending notes, you know me, I'm grinning, though// Days could be as cold as Poland, I just grab my winter coat// and sing beside a trashcan fire 'til they're printing quotes// 919 Jesus, trying to find believers// The man with the plan and I'm grinding with high achievers// You know we get ripped// 45 thick chicks came with their Fitbits// Hook: Harder, I'ma go harder// All I needs a spark, a little bit to get me charged up// HEY! Harder, I'ma go harder// Doing what I'm doing, ain't no way you're gonna starve us// I'ma go harder, I'ma go harder// Put it on the line, man, I'ma take it farther// Do it for the art, bruh, see me as a martyr// I'ma go harder, I'ma go harder// Bridge: Harder, I'ma go harder// Harder, I'ma go harder// Harder, I'ma go harder// Harder, see me as a martyr// Verse 2: Bond is like Genghis Khan, say no more brainless songs// The shit that I drop is hotter than the block that Wayne was on// I conquer this shit with an arm that's Jameis-strong// Mo' money, I'm getting my Damon Wayans on// While training to correct shortcomings, I ain't blaming mom// That's all on me, caught red-handed with painted palms// Some people put all their faith upon the great beyond// Regurgitating Psalms, it's cool if it keeps 'em safe and calm// I'll pray if I get something more than just a vague response// I know it's real if I wake up, notice the pain is gone// I ain't even asking for a bunch of fame at dawn// Just a little rain, cuz this drought fucking drained my pond// I be living high class like they pay me long// Eating crepes and croissants and filet mignon// They drink the Kool-Aid, so everything I says ensconced// In their minds, you know I spiked it like my name is Gronk// Hook: Harder, I'ma go harder// All I needs a spark, a little bit to get me charged up// HEY! Harder, I'ma go harder// Doing what I'm doing, ain't no way you're gonna starve us// I'ma go harder, I'ma go harder// Put it on the line, man, I'ma take it farther// Do it for the art, bruh, see me as a martyr// I'ma go harder, I'ma go harder//

Hook: We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy// We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy// Verse: They’ve been plotting, they’ve been planning, they won’t go far// hear ‘em scheming on the low, I got the sonar// You know we’re all on the mission for the gold bars// It’s a movie, all my bros are the co-stars// getting boats, cars, tryna make my city live// After that, it’s their responsibility to give me five// like they tried to give Privy, glad he’s home, we hate losses// won’t stop till my boys cake bosses, won’t stop till my girls Kate Mosses// I got a bull city girl tryna drive far// meeting at a dive bar, really into I.R.// they just love the black magic, black hat, you boys can’t hack it// can’t backtrack in this damn traffic, we’re throwing out advanced tactics// I’m getting knowledge, man, the triangle is college hill// getting swallowed still by girls with the model builds// while they’re going on and on, debating on if god is real// and speculating about pyramids on dollar bills// Hook: We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy// We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy// Verse 2: [Ringing for four bars] Privy: Hello? Bond: What up? If something happens with the rap, it needs to happen now. It's been a real long time since the cap and gown// Privy: I've been acting like a fool with this trapping now, tryna stack my money til a nigga dapper down// Bond: I'm really tryna hit the road, we can pack a house, and attract the scouts, getting contracts for max amounts// Privy: Max amounts? Yo, I never really thought of that. Ima make these people pay us like a quarterback// Bond: Even more than that, even more than that, even more than that, even more than that!// Privy: Like Phil Jackson tryna bring Jordan back, like the Fugees tryna bring Lauren back// If you think that it's the key to get a lot of dough, I'ma always chase money so I gotta go// We gon' fuck a lot of hoes, smoke a lot of dro, bitches falling to our feet like geronimo// Bond: Yeah, I do it for the R. Like Rikishi when he did it for the Rock// We're the pinnacle, we're living at the top, they're all cynical cuz they know we ain't giving up the spot// Privy: Got it on lock, tryna get up off the block// Bond: Yo, you know me, I ain't gon stop// Rappers say they ballin, save five k in case their single flops// Hook: We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy// We be talking, talking, pushing money on the phone, boy// On the phone, boy, talking with my home boy// You already know that the Pyramids my home, boy// In my zone, boy, best leave me alone, boy//

Hook: Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, yeah yeah// Verse: Fit girls on IG, I really want one high-key// Thinking 'bout MY needs, I ain't moving slow like Tai Chi// You gotta right-swipe me, I don't care what society// Might think, they wanna divide these folks up, they can't buy peace// Tryna bypass buying a piece and throwing down deposits// Big boss in this bitch like I'm Rick Ross doing crossfit// Mazel tov to cocktails, like a molotov it's caustic// Anything goes, man, they don't wanna pause if it's toxic// Anything goes, so hoes gon' slob this agnostic cock// Used to be real low-key, now I'm clubbing like a Boston cop// Hit the Hunter Helmsley on the foes, hit a goal, this crotch gets chopped// I ain't ever botch a spot, girls are sending topless shots// That's as hot as hotness gets, got me down a bottomless pit// I just gotta screenshot something, I just gotta bottle this pic// Yeah. Uh. This that degenerate flow// I can't pretend to be interested in meeting moms over dinners at home// Hook: Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, yeah yeah// Verse 2: My new chick looks like Nikki Bella// Waking up early for breakfast in bed, I got her all spread like Nutella// Got the adrenal glands of a mean old man, they like "he's a competitive fella"// Y'all like a predicate felon, you're hearing these rap sheets, my record is stellar, look// Anything goes, rather jump off a ledge, take a bump to the head if Trump is the prez// Snoop Doggy Dogg, how I'm humping your leg, not the type of dude you would lump with the rest// Even though I'm focused on the wants of the flesh, I'm not tryna be a little chump with regrets// Make a mixtape, I'll make a hundred cassettes for a bad ass chick with a comfortable bed// Hook: Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, girl// Anything goes, anything goes, baby// Anything goes, anything goes, yeah yeah//

Intro: Zen master, uh, whoa, whoa Hook: I'm tryna find my balance out this bitch (8x) Verse 1: Someone stole from me, that got under my skin// Fuck these mother fuckers man I'm chasing zen// Tryna find some peace and find that place within// I'm my very own priest, I'm still embracing sin// Fuck attracting love, I'm tryna get laid// I'm gon' whip it out just like a switch blade// Ask me how I'm doing, man, I'm living right// Riding round the city, got a gig tonight// Big ol pile of green, that's bitches kryptonite// Ima sit in silence, them boys gettin hype// Good long streak, check my Twitter out// Keep the streak alive cuz they'll be quick to shout// Hook: I'm tryna find my balance out this bitch (8x) Verse 2: I really--need balance, Ima quit the job, they whip us// Like dogs, that Iditarod, ridiculous// Get real, better stick and nod, or just Sit still and just live with God, and witness// any thought I was holding dear, vanish// how I fought for a whole career, outlandish// still chasing after bread and shit, but// I’d rather do this and be broke for years, yeah// Coming straight out the city of the Oaks, fam// Damn near driven nuts, it’s not a joke, man// I’m Washington these days cuz I’ve Spokane// I’ve held back, but now I’m breaking down the whole dam// Not on some kumbaya shit, I don’t hold hands// I experience potent moments// That you hear in these notes that I’ve wrote, all the poems, every now and then an omens thrown in// Whoa whoa, wait a minute, better hold up// Better go head hold up// I’m Tupac Chopra, they think I’m on the coca// I’m on that sofa, I’m just like Oprah// You know I woke up// Hook: I'm tryna find my balance out this bitch (8x)

Intro: Yeah, certified legit, nah, I don't take the piss. Verse 1: Certified legit, I don't take the piss// But I'm number one, haters gonna diss// Neighbors like "you're doper than the baking soda whip"// Tape is moving units, they gon rate me on my lifts// I'm a major player now, I create the hits// I could make em miss, that shit gave em fits// How am I a villain? I just saved your chick// I know me, I'm hot, she shows me that twat// Froggy went a courting, I be greeting hoes like Crambo// Pack her in the two-door, got her leaping for the Lambo// Got a lot of rhymes in my mind like I cram notes// I've never flunked a term, it took me months to learn// That sundial leaves you burned, you'll end up in an urn// You're making your return...as angel dust like sherm// So my only concerns on the things I affirm// The haters gonna hate it and the worms gonna squirm, boy// Hook (2x): Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality// Y'all ain't up to snuff, man, y'all can't challenge me// Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality// Verse: All this stuff is mental, the potential of a starter// You should know the deal, I keep it real, I've gotten sharper// Doing what it takes to keep from flipping like La Parka// Gotta keep it light while all my women getting darker// Melanin or spray tans, man, my girls competing// Must adjust the diets, only clean shit they're eating// Whole lot of chicken, steamed greens, it's unseasoned// Pride in achieving all this leanness, no more teasing// Trying to get like Debo, kind emo in the heart// I ain't lying, I can tell I got that leo in my chart// Ego ego ego, they like "He go fucking hard"// Doing it with ease, I've had the cheat codes from the start// We know I go beast mode cuz the sea goes to the sharks// I'm just like a migo selling kilos to a narc// Locked down in this booth, I can be close to those bars// I'm thinking like Michael while y'all Tito, play you part// Hook (2x): Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality// Y'all ain't up to snuff, man, y'all can't challenge me// Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality// Verse 3: I get secret service like Bill Clinton, Wont let her treat me like a meal ticket// Find a girl from the gym cuz she's real thick, If she ain't dedicated, then it's ill fitting// I was really brought here just to kill bigots, So I'm not stuck up, I'm sticking up// Ima put some chicken on to get big enough, You can never get fed with your mouth closed// Throwing down, right now I'm in chow mode, The whole teams gonna eat, thank Dow Jones// I'ma rock a big hat like the Gauchos, I'm the future, I can pull it off now, though// Feeling like Rick James on the couch, bro, Start to find things funny like E Murph// I don't care, I'm more focused on my needs first// I'm turned up, I got the meter on berserk, bitch// Better go and put your knees on the dirt, bitch, Better get down, pray to the Jesus// 919 Jesus, believe that they call it Ruff Raleigh, you know we're the shiny pieces// 919 919 we're the greatest, getting mad cuz they hate that we made it// Tell em don't hate the player, Ima have to flip the script on the talk, lemme skip over Bayless// I just think, give thanks, and I'm in there, Mother fuckers like "what's the rent there?"// Man, I'm way too high in the penthouse, These boys gon faint from the thin air// A couple girls need saving, saving, I'm looking like a damn Saint in my swimwear// Cuz you know that my bank and my pens rare, Breaking out soon without neglecting my skin care// Hook (2x): Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality// Y'all ain't up to snuff, man, y'all can't challenge me// Y'all can't really fuck with my mentality//

Intro: I'm good. Dab. Say dat, say dat, say dat Hook: I said all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// Verse: All my boys are fathers, old friends got daughters, or a son that they're raising// Some are even married, quite a load for a quarter, I’m still out here chasing// They already made it, man they had it back in high school, way back cuz they were cool// I just wasn’t, man, I was a wall flower, started late like mall hours// Always see the pictures, man your boy is so handsome, or your girl is so gorgeous// mama wants a grandson, the homie told me not to have one, cuz I really can’t afford this// really tryna jet set, be like double-oh hova, big pimpin on the boat, bruh// soaking up in costa, swag dripping on the sofa, while I’m sipping a mimosa// Life long lessons, I’ve always heard the message, watch who you have sex with// Always go protected, you don’t wanna get infected, or even worse, get her pregnant// way before you’re ready, and the woman ain’t the right one, and you’re working with some tight funds// I will always wish em well, diaper money in the wishing well, this my baby, I feel rich as hell// Always feel like I’m giving congrats on the gram, liking pictures and tipping my hat with my hand// before long your fam is packed in a van, unless you’re like my old man and you ran// Random chick demands companionship, milf under 27 and her man just dipped// Lots of baggage, man, she’s a package of two, at this point, I can only be daddy for you// Bridge/Hook: I’ve come to grips, I know I’m grown now// I have no ship I have to hold down// My mama raised me to be grateful// I can’t do much other than praise you// whoa I said all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered// all my boys are fathers, yeah all my boys are fathers, while I can’t be bothered//

Intro: Yeah, yeah// Yeah, MADNESS// Ah. Ah. Say dat. Whoa!// Verse: Rest in peace to Prince, that’s a pillar gone// Leaving us some shit that we can build upon// I’m a sex symbol, I’m a symbol// All my kinfolk gon’ assemble// Just like the Avengers, bitch, I’m Iron Man// Rappers happy just to be my hired hand// Got a lot of mettle, catch the frying pan// Y’all can be like Jordan, why you crying, fam?// I can see the future like the Mayans can// Fuckin models, only tens I see, like Titan fans// Do me baby, we can do the humpty hump// You already know I’ll make the function jump// I’ma drop some shit from the mixtape// I’ma fuckin make your little chick shake// Make her shape shake like the jello mold// Riding round the city flashing yellow gold// Brand new watch on my wrist bitch// Leveled up, I catch the eye of rich chicks// Walking round North Hills during midday// Do my sack dance, I made a big play// Block a mother fucker like Dikembe// Mutombo, everything Jumbo// I pull up in the Audi, girl, you wanna go?// Waiting for an answer, there’s the drumroll// I tell my fam don’t ask me bout a girlfriend// I ain’t got the time, my life’s a whirlwind// Purple Rain playing during foreplay// Smooth as Velvet Fog, Mel Torme// I’m hanging out with three chicks, yeah, they’re freebirding// They all getting mile high, they be weed burning// Only give it up if they’re de-serving// Finding the ignition, get to key-turning// You can hit me up if you need somethin’// The kitty shows up at my door like Keanu// Or they give me directions like John Woo// Bringing Bond through to see what the wand do// Sling a bit of pipe, I’m the dope man// String a chick out like the Lohans// Jump man, never getting lumped in// I’m out the country, they’re like Seinfeld, they bout nothing// I will never have a fiancee// Girls listen to way too much Beyonce// Looking for a hero, this ain’t cosplay// Too much R&B, they’re freeing up their roster space// Nothing wrong with starting over, gotta make it nice// Like Chavis Heights, where you could get bad luck// man, you could get stabbed up, you could get stabbed up// Walking through that neighborhood, I’m tryna tell you// but they made it good….// They got those nice ass apartments, man, like fucking 750, 850 a month, maybe a thousand tops, but damn, those town homes are really fucking nice. So, I don't know if, like, you'll get stabbed, but, it IS downtown, so you gotta watch the fuck out. For real, for real, for real For real, watch the fuck out// Watch the fuck out, gotta watch the fuck out// Watch the fuck out, gotta watch the fuck out// Watch the fuck out, gotta watch the fuck out// Get the fuck out, bitch, get the fuck out// Get the fuck out, man, get the fuck out// Get the fuck out, better watch the fuck out// Get the fuck out, better watch the fuck out// MADNESS!

Part 1: Higher power fill my hands, be the cool dad// Go and throw a couple million in my tool bag// For piece of mind, pull the tabs on their durags// I have more faith in myself than any fools had// I had people say the arts would keep me starving// Even eating out the garbage, rest uneasy on a park-bench// But I'm relieved like I'm Obama leaving office// Since I be in Neiman Marcus, just to be the cleanest sharpest// version of myself, burgeoning on wealth, the evenings darkest// Before the dawn, Im tryna stay beyond the demons targets// Who the fuck needs friends? I'm tryna be the largest// I’m about to Tony Stark-it, I will only speak to Jarvis// I planted seeds, the fathers is offering the harvest// I’m the hottest, watch son shine like golfing during august// Running out of time but I’m scoffing at the coffin// Living lofty like a boss since y'all softening the market// Hook: Fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Pour so much you overflow my damn cup// Open up those doors that used to slam shut// Bridge: Fill my hands up// Uh. Yeah. Say dat. Fill my hands up// Part 2: I’m asking, real talk I’m asking// Real talk, I’m asking, really gotta love that passion// I’m welcome in Aspen, y’all other fellas need passes// Y’all can’t do what I do, y’all got em yelling harrassment// Couple snow bunnies into fashion, they be watching Martin in the Aston// I ain’t sell out, boy, I cashed in, seven ‘cross the board, all matching// I’ma give thanks to the most high, Let it pile up, growing so high// Big contract, Joey Bosa, we gon’ celebrate with mimosas// Now girls wanna get closer, wanted like my face is on a poster// I’ma have to bless em like I’m supposed to, snapchat on em, get ghost, huh?// Westside, love the other sides, Pe$o, let my brother ride// Get big, move to California, probably always be southern fried// Wake up, wash the crumbs from eyes, Malibu, watch the sunrise// Sipping on that good shit, good life, man I won a prize// That’s the only way to summarize, wrap it up, shit is mummified// Coming out of that pyramid, you know me, man I do it big// Riding round the city where I grew large// Didn’t think I’d get there being too flawed// They be like “for heaven’s sake, fam…// all you gotta do is tell em ‘fill my fucking hands’”// Fill my fucking hands, feel these fucking hands// Oh so chilly, man, been stuck in the cold// Fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Hey hey, fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Hook: Fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Fill my hands up, fill my hands up// Pour so much you overflow my damn cup// Open up those doors that used to slam shut//