Verse 1

Two thousand and twenty three, Reaper taking ova the scene. Money on my mind, Mind
on stacking that green, I'm ruling your nightmares, ruining your dreams, Brutal
like freddy kreuger, as Lethal as a 9mm ruger, If you're the MVP Then I'm the whole
damn show, White but gifted the ability to flow, Creepin round I'm on the low low,
Finger on the trigga nobody make a move till I fuckin say so, Cuz passin me the
yayo, Im a mothafuckin stunna, a front runna, Certified in the street, Known for
packing heat, Got my G-card at thirteen, Now im running the scene, coming with an
army of souljas, I thought I told ya, Hat cocked to the right, Nightvision on the
scope so I can bang ya at night, Black masks, Black flags, Not a single motha fucka
matchin my swag, Gettin my shine on, up in the club getting my grind on, jus so ya
know mayne, all this money aint no thang, my whole clique as solid as a rock, all
packing them glocks, We ready to bust back, naw fuck that we bustin first, watching
ya crew disperse, I'm killin yet another verse, It coulda been much worse, I could
have taken ya life, fucked ya wife, left ya in ya feelings all fed up, stop the
shit talking and step up get ya bread up,

Chorus

It's two thousand twenty three none of ya mothafuckas keeping up with me, It's two
thousand twenty three none of ya mothafcukas keeping up with me.

Staying strapped up locking the trap up, Barrels pointed ready to bust, niggas
raising a fuss. Times up, Outta Luck, syupid mothafuckas stuck, I'm steady tokin
neva chokin 20-23, elevating ya mind setting ya free

its two thousand twenty three none ya mothafuckas keeping up with me, It's Two
Thousand Twenty Three none ya mothafuckas keeping up with me

Verse 2