[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang (Woah)
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Yeah
Gang, gang
[Verse 1]
Feel alone, got a mind full of fury with a mouth full of jewelry
I don't flex 'em, I don't stress 'em, all sections gettin' wet up
Loud Black man, boy, you know we gettin' fed up
Finally, economy is climbin' for me
Hopefully they try to get a sponsor from me
Tired gettin' down every time I'm defeated
Hear the voice in the background, we delete it
Gotta get in line with the bro man
There's no gettin' 'round if you don't bang
'Stead, we gettin' high, we get more bank
When I cash out, I'll get the gold chain
All gas with a little tank, bet you can't thank it
I'm countin' Ben Franklins
Money drippin' like paint chips
Formation
And the job I do is thankless
Uber drivin' to the makeshift
Vacation
And the grind don't stop, I would never get enough, get enough
Get in line, if you gotta give it up
I've been drinkin' white wine with my pinky up
So bougie
But I'll still eat a two-piece low when a nigga off-duty
I'm unruly
A boo, not a groupie
Spend my last dollar on the zone like a 2-3, 2-3, 2-3
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
[Chorus]
La-di-da-di, chill, chill
Somethin' kind of ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, still steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profit build, build
Sittin' on a mill', mill'
La-di-da-di, chill, chill
Somethin' kind of ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, still steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profit build, build
Sittin' on a mill', mill'
[Verse 2]
I'm a renegade, syndicate for the money clip
I be runnin' shit
Me and James like the Wonder Twins
Hit the stage with the gun in hip
Hit a lick, hit or miss, let me guess
This'll get, this'll get ignorant
Dividends spend when the minivan land
First time out on tour, never give a goddamn
Always put on my mans, still pursuing my plans
I'm a student by chance, still doing my dance
Dance, you niggas not focused
Make you bow down to the sultan
I've been approached, bitch, I got 'em open
You see the vultures? You wear the wire like McNulty, the culprit
'Nother dosage of real emotion
The Black Moses, money woes make 'em preach to the pulpit
Fuck that, when a nigga ice frozen
'Cause I expose him and they all know it's over
[Chorus]
La-di-da-di, chill, chill
Somethin' kind of ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, still steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profit build, build
Sittin' on a mill', mill'
La-di-da-di, chill, chill
Somethin' kind of ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, still steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profit build, build
Sittin' on a mill', mill'
La-di-da-di, chill, chill
Somethin' kind of ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, still steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profit build, build
Sittin' on a mill', mill'
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