Talk it, make em talk about it to me is currency, prosperity I got it And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence Next to me is no one, I'm one of one And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a a latch on the back of the trunk Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance Iraq on the block G watch for the or whatever And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you considerin' you drownin' Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin' C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin' On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with Don't talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my drive Need a new safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she in a coma I'm super paid, 2 a day My rollie gold, no to waste it do Berg, my fuckin' brother Keep that pistol by me like my momma Hot as the summer, cold as the Stay on them charts, I that they plotting my timber Young nigga, got a lot of Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of
Box full of choppers, hand on the gangsta, get it how we get it Third soldier, suicide rider minded, hundred mill on the counter Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti Christian Louboutin, for my models Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail Fr-fresher than I before Higher than we even been, shining on them Junior time ho On the grind ho, while he time ho
Ya know! The time is and money still was made baby Eight months ain't stop nothing It's like jail was third and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand
I'm from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers why when the babies grow up damn they be like us I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers Man I'm so happy my brother came home from Rikers Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy My flow Lucifer, I spit boy My heart numb, no pain I can't withstand And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for? I went from making from people with crack habits To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen