Make a Toast

[Verse 1] Yeah, five in the morning Eighty cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me I turn the paper into birds call it origami Fuck a wave, I'm the whole tsunami Armani on my body like I know the Gottis 8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate Two-liter, fuck a 4, pour an even eight Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late, but I always deviate From the love, players club no Lisa Raye Too up to need a loan, so I sleep alone It's steaks for all my dogs to each his own The type of shit I'm on think I need cologne To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home I signed a deal off a heartbreak I was stuck between a rock and a hard place Now I'm in the Barclays, drinking all of Hov's Chardonnay Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case Let's make a toast [Chorus] Toast, yeah Make a toast Make a toast, yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast, yeah Don't matter what you popping baby, just pop something Make a toast [Verse 2] Hell is hot and only heaven knows I never sweat, you on forever cold If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close I made my own lane, that's my favorite road I had to bend the rules just to break the code I dug myself up out this hole, that's what made me whole Rolling woods, down in Hollywood, where they pay for souls Pay in gold, for this label clothes and these major roles Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold No, I swear the paper never made me fold I disappear in a breath of smoke Your whole career need a stethoscope That new album needed life support Bitch, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war Been a week I've been coming down Maybachs just to run around They mad I'm styling when I come around Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live, I lost a hundred pounds [Interludes] I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live [Chorus] Ma-make a toast, yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast Make a toast, yeah I mean, we can make a toast to that Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G Make a toast [Verse 3] Getting caught up with religious bands I guess I'll never see my distant fam or my foreign bitch again (Switching hands) In the kitchen, hurt my wrist again (different plan), watched my pops become a different man I turn a snowflake to an avalanche I went and made a milli' from a milligram Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan No more sharing rooms at the Sheraton Game filthy, tried to kill me for a kilogram Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam Mattress on the floor I was staring at the ceiling fan Almost died for this shit, and I'm still a fan The flow cardiac arrest, why kill em I could give them heart attacks for less Oh yeah, please pardon my success Yall ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest Out of breath like I got a Pontiac on my chest Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh' No wonder why you never even called back or just text I get the message tho, run game so professional Unfazed on your pedestal One day never came, someday I'ma let it go Another day another decimal Day ones, never tell, Sundays no confessional Unchanged in my messy clothes I'm forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast [Chorus] Toast, yeah Make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Make a toast [Outro] Yeah, all of this shit so exaggerated I mean her ass fat but its saturated And now my third eye has been activated This shit ain't really rap related They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer Getting high to reflect, that shit is smoke and mirrors Wait, just being honest with myself I'm still doing this shit 'cause I made a promise to myself That's real