I wear a lot of hats my team "take all my people to the back" I need to flex, tellin' people where I'm at Who I'm with though, or who I'm seein' Where I All the validation, it matter in a sec
Throw to the fake Rolex Put it on and went into the club "Where the hoes at?" Remember sittin' on my computer bumpin' code Thinkin' that I should probably go all of my old tracks Silly me for thinkin' I should probably dub I like all my short and sweet like all my old raps, uh Gotta 'til I'm done (ayy) Don't need no more trash I got too many where I'm (ayy) I done put in work, and I'm no fun I just did a tour I'm ready for another one I can turn girl to mine in just a second Killin' shit is what I say when ask 'bout my occupation Got my U.S. Visa on the day I flew in I got too many friends I hang with the 88s Red and white, born and a flight, to LA Hang my, day to day a chick in the face Then I put it on the With some through this place fightin' everyday Shit is still like Never wanted it to be a But you get up out my way Drive it like some shuttle, told you stay up in lane Drivin' less and told ya stay up in your lane When I'm doing business, better the fuck away me blow up like a microwave I be makin' sure that I be fuckin' up day I don't mind the Showin' love to everybody be the important thing I got Andrew with me, and he to take a stab Wait for me to walk it, is the he always say All these protocols I'm slowly turnin' to a man I'ma the runners ass if he don't got my Chic-Fil-A like to brag, but I do it in my raps What I'm tryna tell
I don't wear a lot of my team "take all my people to the back" I don't need to flex, people where I'm at Who I'm with though, or who I'm later Where I All the validation ain't gon in a sec