Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
are my one St. Thomas flows
Me and my niggas and some Madonna
That look just like
But they down to go
Discussin' life and all our common
Smart kids that smoke weed, roll
Look how the champagne flow
Fine dining, pour another glass when the wine is low

I'm in the stackin' money from here to the ceilin'
Whatever it is I got is clearly
These other rappers gettin' that feelin'
I hope you feel it in soul spiritual healin'
Take a look at yourself the revealin'
If you ain't got it you ain't got it the theory is

People ask how music is goin' I heard it
I just came off makin' 2 in 30 days
I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my just because
But I'm just out here reppin' us
'Til I get to shake the hand of the man blessin' us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean
Kush got the smellin' like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here would defeat up
I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader
I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my up
And book a suite me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like, me who it is
make sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should call it a but fuck it I can't resist
This one is for all my niggas from my city to diss
Without a from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that feelin' there is the
I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just your ass to let up
Why scary ass lookin' down pick your head up
told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With nose in now I can smell a set up
So just wastin' your time your just only makin' me better

I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff
Chase N. Cash that's my from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always it so hood
Back we would smoke good at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall through like in a couch
Now we just fuckin' all the they warned us about
Scared for the first time everything has
What if I really do the numbers they predict
the fact that I'm the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in this shit has got me sick
But if I really do it don't to get a split
'Cause truly is some shit I don't expect y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, they 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle nigga Willie
We're still touchdown passes
In frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
People say that old Drake, we to miss it
But they need to be a more specific
Man is this what y'all want? In my Chris Tucker impression
Ducking your questions, fuck your
Money gets all of my love and
all black like the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want y'all
Very Own
Young
ATF
Thank Me Later in this bitch
Weezy in this bitch wassup
June in this bitch wassup