Successors

[Intro: Black Ice]

I be like ''Oh, damn''

That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah

High roller, Motorola soldier

TEC-9 under his Polo, ass-nigga

Don't know his future or his past nigga

But that fast trigger got this die-cast

Forty-ounce swigger thinking his shit is bigger than mine

[Verse 1: Brent Faiyaz]

I got too much to live for

And, I ain't think about suicide never once, 'cause I'm do or die 'til I'm done

From what I see, a hater can speak on us all they want

But, when I'm close, I don't hear nothin', I swear, your timin' is fucked

And, my supporters say I'm workin' like I got assistance

Damn right, I got assistance

Too many niggas to mention

Textin' my confidant like, "Why all these niggas be flexin'?"

But Sabi said, "It ain't no thing 'til they totin' wеapons, don't even sweat it"

Evеryone think it's they time around this time

Based on my track record, I'm next in line, so, why you tryin'?

Musically, in a position to be sonnin' niggas

But, since we younger niggas, people think they fuckin' with us

She said she heard them labels scoutin', took her shoppin' tonight

I told that bitch, "If time is money, then my schedule is tight"

Hopefully, I catch a flight to New York in the mornin' and sign a contract off of my recordings

Have my city rejoicin'

Look here, all my niggas is here

Plus them bitches that's narcissistic, livin' life in a mirror

I couldn't make it any clear

Got well-connected, for real

Niggas showin' love 'cause I'm makin' what they can feel

Just keep it about the business, for real

Bitch, I'm in this, for real

People all in my ear sayin' this shit they should hear

But, I don't really care about your preference

I got bigger and better things on my checklist

Mercedes and Lexus, and good on my necklace, we're here

My niggas next up this year

Reppin' LoKi until my death is near

Nothin' but fam' at my label, we made this, so, cheers

[Interlude: Black Ice]

Nigga, it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you

Parking that sixty-three thousand dollar Lex' you flex

Right outside your mother's hard-earned twenty-two-dollar duplex

You know, the one right next to the projects

Where pseudo elated, coke gang created

Crime-related manhood got you assed out, nigga

Getting high 'til you pass out, nigga

Quick way up, fast way out, nigga

How you figure your shit is bigger than mine?

[Verse 2: Tre' Amani]

Uh-uh, all I got is vocals

Don't you hear the mojo?

In this game, four years, and we still loco

I'm goin' fuckin' loco

I'm goin' fuckin' loco

A lost soul on parole, blowin' Dro's a no-no

Talkin' to myself, I was never really social

Anti-mastermind, tryna build a Moghul

Crew full of lazy niggas, where's the fuckin' promo

I do it for my dead brother and my aunty Lolo

Fuck friends, all they ever do is change, break

Fuck you too if you ever do the same

Don't change, my nigga

Stay the same, my nigga (Uh)

Everything I alim, you remain my nigga

I got pain, my nigga

Feel insane, my nigga

I'm a slave to this shit

No chains, my nigga

Get the money, fuck fame

I'm just sayin', my nigga

Mirror, mirror on the wall can you tame my nigga?

Look, hold up

I'm not paranoid or bitch

You know, I just never trust a nigga since my father went missin'

Left me in the fuckin' kitchen, with my mother with the dishes

There was no love lost 'cause she never waste Mrs

Meditate, I could sleep forever

Only clouds over here, the darker the better

Psychedelic nights, take a Tokyo trip

Get high, so high, fuck the Tokyo drift

Stop lyin', I'm a dick, you Pinocchio bitch

Take care, take care on some OVO shit

It's XO, we just tell it how it is

Ain't felt how I felt, then you ain't a Lost Kid, Amen