[Verse]
Made a hundred thousand more than 10 times just from speakin' on my life
Hella ups and hella downs, in this crazy life of mine
Hear funny knocks at the front door, I tell Skeng, "Go get the nine"
Imagine runnin' through the backdoor and findin' out that we're live
When I took the AP skelly off my bucket list, prolly still won't have the time
I be tryin' less when I write songs nowadays, still can't match my rhymes
Made her cum and fall asleep, my dick game made her tired, heh
In the 16 I'm thе GOAT, and there's just no denyin'
Paigons dеm might beg to differ, but that's just them bein' biased
Lemmy taught me and Kiko how to whip, we call that traphouse science
And even when I'm doin' nuttin' wrong, still annoyed when I hear sirens
To decide, I slip her string of G, if her boyfriend knew, he'd cry
CLA, I've had rambos, twinnin', spinners doin' the same
Had a disagreement with my ooter, flingin' corn, he was doin' it bait
And they say "better late than never", never better, I'm always late
Used to reload Zs and set them straight, so of course I was gassed when the corner came
And what you bringin' to the table? *** done dropped me guns and grub, I can't complain
I'm more than grateful, 70 on my Cuban, their faces sour like some grapefruit
I ain't tryin' to say I made you but without me, you just wouldn't have been able
And that's big facts
I got all my shit intact
I got silver and golden plaques
Some of you lots favorite rappers rap about trap, never sold a pack
And some of these skets you niggas slip for, they not even that
*** offered me and Killy a threesome, still ain't got a whack
Fuck I look like preein' comments? More than half an M from Colin
If I tell the squeezers chill, they gonna chill, I'm bein' honest
I'm in Harrods with the guys, I don't think twice, I like, I cop it
Lora Piano from head to toe, if mummy knew the price, she'll vomit
Hoes know I'm a face fucker, fucked her throat, now she relyin' on some lockets
I've been stayin' tun up, I coulda been locked up eatin' porridge
Bought it soft, but now it's solid
Sounds good sayin' you got me
She can't comprehend on why I've got this rambo knife in Novikov
LSki can't help himself, he spotted a paigon vehicle, shot it up
And they done *** in his head, baptism, and he lost lots of blood
If it weren't for rap, all I'd know is quack, like I'm Donald Duck
Presidential anni', I might gold bust down my Donald Trump
If I ain't hit her more than once, then she was most likely an average fuck
If I press this sport button, I'm goin' missin', this ain't no average truck
And when the guys done it messy, I was stressin', that weren't no average gun
Had to boss up and go pattern, I got bored of bein' average (Of bein' average)
