Nastolgia

[Intro: Fat Trel]

Yeah, so look

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]

Self-made, I brought my lady bitch a new apartment

I had to go with shoe shoppin' 'cause I know how she rockin'

My lady son in LAX, I luv that boy to death

So every day, I hustle hard and [?] every breath

I keep my head held high every single step

Told him when I represent 'cause that's the number set

Them boys bein' hatin' on me to death, it's time to leave 'em wet

When we see 'em, we gon kill 'em, leave where we met

Yeah, hustle hard, I do that shit to death

You can't say I'm like the others when none of them left

He say that's his baby mother, I fuck her to death

Either way, I'm gettin' cake, I see another day

Shoot her on the jail card, shawty never cake

Hard ways, all day, hella soft weight

[Interlude: Rick Ross & Fat Trel]

Give them some of that JW shit, [?] shit homie

Look, hella soft weight

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I don't bron, I'm tryna stack me up a millionaire-y month

Rainy days, I won't be explainin' them to my son

Sunshine, new Bentley so unspoken like the Mark

Teach 'em all the principles and problems we known and solved

Knew I was a hustlin' muslter, seen it in my eyes

Puff, known a nigga five and I came back with nine

Boss from the start and the flow state of the art

Rose gold, MAC-11 shootin' right up the charts

Hope nobody dies as my blood pressure rise

Heart of a gangster, enteral life is the prize

Makaveli soul make it happen on the stove

I don't know the sixty loads, don't ask me what I drove

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Three red coupe sittin' on the block like red hot chili peppers, ya hear me?

It's that double MG shit, ya hear me?

Self-made, ain't nobody gave us nothin', ya hear me?

Uh, smoke with me