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