I dream bigger my big adventure
Middle finger to other side no love for n***as/
We play for keeps we trying to hold position
You see me in it
See I drive it like i stole it, roof missing, lane switching/
Spliff splitting, smoking k**er, dank twisting
Im screwed up that H- Town I'm still tippin/
These n***as mad these hoes be after me
They claim that they dont know me but they ask for me/
Y'all gone make Alex P. go catch a body like he Julio
Had to get my hands clean the dirt was in my cuticles/
This gone give the 9-5ers life in the cubicle
Dont wanna see me win a ring like Brady in the Super Bowl/
Well f** em all we finna ride on these b**hes
I roll em fat like Rick Ross im super high on these b**hes/
For my soilders in the field, spent time in the trenches
Grinded all summer just to ride off on them inches Oh Lord/
I remember well, which freaks who did it best but n***a I'll never tell
Ain't felt this motivated since my brother went to jail
Since Karla left me and i felt like I was trapped in hell/
I want no more Lo Siento's just Silver Benzos
Light up my spliff my kush is indo, roll up my window/
Goodfellas Never die now this the second intro
It's me and Brilliant Mack again
We finna go to war so grab the blessings from the chaplain/
Trying to get you far as possible
I'm throwing Javelins/
You done left the door crack now you done let the Mac up in/
Cold shoulder from my ex cause she ain't texting back again
And if they miss it play a rerun and see whats happening
2nd Verse:
How Much time this n***a spending on his intro
Feel like Frank White I see the city from the limo/
King of the city I won't let em tell you nothing different
Yea we hear you making music but we never feel it/
I know you said you keep it real, guess im still indifferent
I know i said i had it all i guess its something missing/
Tom Cruise here I go I'm on another mission
Goodfellas back up in it like its prohibition/
This how Bobby Brown felt when he left New Edition
I saw it coming young n***a had a premonition/
Got a ring on her finger but won't call her Mrs
She love dark skinned n***as call em Hershey kisses/
I ain't no geninue but I might give her some wishes
M8 or M9 Beamer she dont know what the difference is/
She want which ever go the fastest, wood grain in the dash
And matching colors on the Benzes but they different cla**es
You ba*tards