[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Crazy shit I be going through, yeah
[Verse]
Yeah, board a flight to Miami, it's Feds knocking and texting my phone
Can't believe this shit is real, but you hear the stress in my tone
Hoes get fled in and flown, I'm too rich at this point to ever invest in a loan
Someone set the lights and dim the settings, I'm setting my tone
Even when setting the tone, all of my lessons are shown
Beaten and bruised badder, but nevеr thought less of my own
Ever had to stress so much that you got to strеss on your own?
I don't get in bed with business; I'd rather rest on my own
I take a swig of this weed, you couldn't picture my fees
Numbers so big, you hold your face like you hitting the sneeze
Niggas see me and bow down 'til their forehead was hitting they knees
Baby, yes, I'm that nigga indeed
I'm trying to leave, but a nigga in deep
I'm talking, I don't share no combos with characters
I'm way above y'all, I'm doing aerials
I think about my goals, fuck the variables
Everything is untraced, the only thing that seem to bring me peace is seeing my son face ‘cause he gon' be me one day
Except his soul's purer, and mine is probably as shitty as old manure
I sent my baby mama Aventura to buy the store, 'cause I owed it to her
I know the pain from that purchase ain't gon' be worse than this shit she go through when I go on tour
Crowd going raw, and it's all these whores on the floor, and they ask me to go in raw
And tell you what's worse is them bitches all look like virgins
Dizzy bitches lapping up, falling in my Suburbans
It's bitches that I fucked that I wish I could take my body back, yo, fuck it, I'm a virgin
These days, niggas and hoes that I play, Versace robe when I came
Looking at the world from rearview, got the globe in my face
Audemar diamonds, Arabic dial, and it glow in the face
And any time I talk this fly shit, it just go with the bass
Money is stowed in the case
If I get close to your face, shawty get close to my waist
What type of game are we playing when eight months back most of y'all was holding y’all faith?
Hatred thrown in my face
Bitches sucking dick inside my car, I'm rolling up my cigar 'cause both me and my blunt both getting blown in the Wraith
All of my niggas that's with me, I give the code to my safe
All of my niggas they got it cut, no coke in my lace
Bitches stroking my ego, then I'm stroking they face
I come from the jungle where they left open the apes, yeah
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