Lyrics Password - JL

What′s the muh'fucking password?
Let a nigga log in
What′s the muh'fucking cheat code?
How did all of y'all win?
What′s the muh′fucking password?
Old nigga do believe we got the keys to the safe
Let a nigga log in
They let a nigga like me in, ain't nobody since
What′s the muh'fucking cheat code?
See the look on they face when I pull up in the Wraith
How did all of y′all win?
Foreign and exotic bitches with expensive taste
What's the muh′fucking password?

Up to something, you can tell by the look on my face (look at my face)
We 'bout to set up the trap that nobody escapes (no one escapes)
Old nigga do believe we got they keys to the safe (got they keys, the keys)
We gettin' lifted, I welcome you to outer space (space)
If I′m not high when I land, I feel too out of place (muh′fucking trutt nigga)
Put in the work, it can only go up like the rates (rates through the roof nigga)
You got to grow to be great, I did that by my own (the fuck nigga said)
I hear these niggas and think how the hell did they get on (y'all niggas playin′. woo)
God damn miracle, tellin' me I′m way too lyrical (way too lyrical)
Bars too hard, ain't hearin′ you, can't be spiritual
Get, get that understood (woo), tellin me I rap too good (woo)
Should move back to the hood (yeah)
Need to be sellin' cocaine (yeah)
Gonna need a couple more chains
Got the Wi-Fi name

What′s the muh′fucking password?
Let a nigga log in
What's the muh′fucking cheat code?
How did all of y'all win?
What′s the muh'fucking password?
Old nigga do believe we got the keys to the safe
Let a nigga log in
They let a nigga like me in, ain′t nobody since
What's the muh'fucking cheat code?
See the look on they face when I pull up in the Wraith
How did all of y′all win?
Foreign and exotic bitches with expensive taste
What′s the muh'fucking password?

I creep up on ′em and I got something up my sleeve (shit up my sleeve)
Tell 'em I know nothing, I only speak Chinese (like ping pong ping)
These niggas ballin′, I find that shit hard to believe (how it make you feel?)
Most of it is smoke and mirrors, don't be so naive (ain′t even real)
Tell us the truth (woo), that ain't you that's in the booth (who is it?)
Bro somebody got you juiced, got you fallin′ for the jukes (they did it)
If you really get it, kudos but I see these niggas do shows
How they winnin′ nigga, who knows
Organize these niggas funerals (shut 'em up)
Cut out the middleman
Connect like a server
In the end I can get a M
M like murder or M like million
Em like Eminem in a song about killing Kim
Still make a mark on them with the marker diminishin′
Knowin' this many makin′ a lot with the minimum
Give me a minute, we make the mainstream strange
I already got the Wi-Fi name
What's the muh′fucking password?