| I’ll always be me, I’ll always be a one-of-a-kind till the day I die |
| I haven’t changed and I’m not gonna change, till the day they carry down in a |
| fucking bodybag |
| Cash tryna reach me, I’m blind to the bullshit, Stevie |
| Wonder why they all so greedy (why?) |
| Pussy, money, weed, I’m slapping young Weezy |
| Go, I can move a thousand bags, easy |
| If they 464, you know I grab 'em from up top (I know it) |
| No smoking on the way back, until we make the drop |
| I threw the chef a stack, tonight I wanted Greek (yeah) |
| And a six-bedroom home, I just flew in for a week |
| They treat me like royalty but loyalty is rare |
| Just after 'nother partnership, and I’on even care (I don’t give a fuck) |
| Fuck drama, more commas |
| Fried fish and katanas, fresh batch of Berny-juana |
| I’m thinking in the sauna and playing Frank Sinatara (yeah) |
| Before we sit down, you gon' have to make an offer (make an offer) |
| I chase hymns like I use to chase a 100K (100K) |
| The money gets me high, let’s run another play (another play) |
| I told little homies, put the guns away |
| They roam the streets, like a runaway, you never touch the gate |
| I’m old-school like my OG out in Queens |
| Money busting out e’ry pocket in my jeans |
| Protect your energy, eye on my enemies |
| Crib with amenities, all this was meant to be |
| No one will ever be two steps ahead of me |
| Nah, they ain’t fucking with my legacy (nah, nah) |
| They ain’t fucking with my legacy (nah, nah) |
| They ain’t fucking with my legacy |
| It’s splash city and I ain’t talking 'bout Steph |
| It’s the glass on the streets from the windows that they beat (they they beat) |
| Half a million ship, I should’ve got a plaque |
| These are our triple seal, we don’t do the devil rap |
| It’s funny how they think that we’re in the same league |
| You’re looking at the owner, all them teams play for me (they play for me) |
| You can’t compare, my accomplishments are rare |
| Split the profit down the middle, business savvy but I’m fair (fair) |
| Three-karat pair on my pinky cause a glare |
| We doing great over here |
| How you living over there? |
| Dior from the feeder, today I’m looking clean |
| 2K for the shirt, shine on Gaultie |
| I’m the one they wanna be, but they wouldn’t last a day |
| Walking in my shoes, cuts some pair of J’s |
| I’m out on Central Bay, on my way to bag a tell (bag a tell) |
| I’m soaking up the view, I’m glad he didn’t tell (glad) |
| This life will burn you out, my energy is goal |
| My eyes on my enemies, this shit is getting old (it's fucking old) |
| Good dude, but my heart is getting cold (brr) |
| Pressure makes diamonds and burn whenever fold |
| Protect your energy, eye on my enemies |
| Crib with amenities, all this was meant to be |
| No one will ever be two steps ahead of me |
| Nah, they ain’t fucking with my legacy (nah, nah) |
| They ain’t fucking with my legacy (nah, nah) |
| They ain’t fucking with my legacy |