Trap Dice

[Chorus] Last night I had a vision of my lifestyle in the fast life Exotic cars, want somethin’, ain’t gotta ask twice My arm keeps throwin' my number, I got the trap dice If I should slip, I get up and double, I'm that nice Life’s a bitch 'til you hit her off with the act right The streets are shady, my Rollie hand is my flashlight I get a vision and I manifest, I’m that type Had to do wrong to get right [Verse 1] Uh! Carats round my specs, cold neck, rollin' Cohiba Diggas sniff 'em like a bloodhound, get some golden retriever Check my visas, there’s different color flips, screen trips, I miss my beeper Cups just to toast by the home, styrofoam and Ibiza From my heart to pen and paper, a microphone to your speaker Therapeutic vibes and dope tones, nights alone’s of procedure I don’t need ya, I entertain matters all at my leisure Chronic breather, box of rosé right out the freezer Pockets deeper, bitches see, blink, drop, to a seizure Rhyme beside me, gotta be ill, fuck the popular feature From independent to mainstream, tackle topics from either All these flyer miles done got me sea sick, tropical fever Uh, wine and pasta in a central plaza You getcha commas up, they recognize ya You ask for real ones and they send imposters You played the role well, everything is matching but ya posture Yeah, we got ya [Chorus] Last night I had a vision of my lifestyle in the fast life Exotic cars, want somethin’, ain’t gotta ask twice My arm keeps throwin' my number, I got the trap dice If I should slip, I get up and double, I'm that nice Life’s a bitch 'til you hit her off with the act right The streets are shady, my Rollie hand is my flashlight I get a vision and I manifest, I’m that type Had to do wrong to get right [Verse 2] Rivera seats, white beach and Prada bed sheets Peasants could never knock out a giant, I'm outta heads' reach Three quarters of my lifestyle shopping, a Louis fled fleece Anything for my baby girl, 'fuck the world' in my next speech Vulture journalists pressin’ me, give a fuck 'bout a press week Shook on the devil's dance floor, move like I got two left feet Comfortable pinned the underdog, that’s when I get the best sleep Stomach roars when I come for war, battles all in the technique Everyday is a money play, rather mine is a liquid Watch the words outta ya mouth, I ain’t satisfied wit ya lipstick Pain above pills, love kills, scanners from the ballistics Clout’ll clog ya nose, would you know a million cash if you sniffed it? Uh! I'm like a rigged, a one man band rhymin' exquisite Sly and gifted, busy knockin’ down doors, no time to kick it I'm the big dip, stars in the ceiling they sold ya shit with Freedom is everything, keep ya deal 'cause I won't risk it [Chorus] Last night I had a vision of my lifestyle in the fast life Exotic cars, want somethin’, ain’t gotta ask twice My arm keeps throwin' my number, I got the trap dice If I should slip, I get up and double, I'm that nice Life’s a bitch 'til you hit her off with the act right The streets are shady, my Rollie hand is my flashlight I get a vision and I manifest, I’m that type Had to do wrong to get right