| I don’t want a piece, man, I want it all |
| The game like a court, I came here to ball |
| I think they don’t know the meaning of poor |
| We ain’t have money for sweets in the store |
| We had to hustle, rise from the rubble |
| Run up a cheque, then run it some more |
| Bro in the kitchen and he’s still whippin' |
| Bag up two packs, make sure it’s secure |
| Cutting these niggas off feel like déjà vu, man, I feel like I did this before |
| I see the fake and I feel the hate |
| Gave him a bowl, he still wants to eat from my plate |
| Shawty DM’ed me I’m straight |
| I will not fall for the bait, wait |
| I put some racks in my safe, gotta make sure that it’s safe |
| She wanna' fuck me, I go to her place and bust down her face like a rollie |
| Think you’re bad little nigga? Come show me this |
| On a Sunday we’ll leave you the holiest |
| Yeah, my mum use to boss me like Holyfield |
| ‘Cos my actions weren’t one of a holy kid |
| Brother died left a hole in me |
| But I don’t share my feelings, I hold it in |
| Now I gotta' hold it up |
| Walk in the building they know it’s us |
| They say my presence is evident |
| You feel my vibe in your skeleton whenever I’m in your residence |
| YSL YSL |
| Smoking this green |
| My zoobie come big and grey like an elephant |
| I’ve never worried ‘bout my relevance |
| Why these niggas tryna' stay relevant? |
| But I got the keys to the game |
| I want the money and they want the fame |
| Fuck all the clout, I’m staying the same |
| Stick to my route, I’ll stay in my lane |
| Walking like he got an S on his chest |
| When we come ‘round, he’s tucking his chain |
| Shawty say I am the best of the best |
| Go back to her boyfriend and tell him the same |
| Duh |
| I can never trust these hoes |
| From time it’s been ‘fuck these hoes' |
| Running out of fingers, countless times that I fucked these hoes |
| Wish I never trust these hoes |
| And that boy’s a fassy |
| He just like to fall in love and cuff these hoes |
| Me? I’m the type to fall in life with Lizzy, get rich, and bump the hoe |
| Rob her for all that she’s got |
| I’m the best, no-ones taking the spot |
| From bottom went straight to the top |
| And I pray this life never stops |
| They tried to end my career |
| Stephen Curry, I still took the shot |
| Now everything I do is a swish |
| Violations, we’re aiming at wigs |
| Celine Dior, I put that on my bitch |
| Christian Loub', I put that on my kicks |
| Six went and put eight thou' on his wrist |
| And he’s only twenty, you’re taking the piss |
| I’m only twenty, I’m taking the piss |
| All of the people who sold me a dream, I’m giving it back, take that as a gift |