[Verse 1: Blanchard]
They told me get my money up
So now I'm in a different lane
They told me when you coming up
Things will never be the same
So now the studio the kitchen
J mixing in here whippin' like we pie flippin'
I got some packs on a track like I'm still shipping
I put some racks on a pack and they still missing
Yeah...they really want to see the dope
Fed's kickin' doors especially when I do a show
You see them feins come, but never really see em' go
And my connect said he sent it bout' a week ago
With them 16's , boy I swear I'm gettin' em' off
I got a chick mean and she don't ever switch it off
But for 32 you gone have to take a loss
They make it hard mane, but they can't ever make a boss
I'm in the S-Cla** tryna' make the honor roll
I'm on the 3rd deck, but I never had to fold
I'm in here cooking, but you ain't never seen the stove
They burning bridges, but I prefer you pay the toll
Give em' ba**, yeah that's what the speakers sold
I want it all, but I'm gone have to keep my soul
Man, this might be the greatest story ever told
How I'm stackin' bread, now all I ever see is mold
[Hook: Blanchard]
Ugh...they telling me it's too late
I'm almost to the top and they told me it was too late
About to make it, they told me it was too late
She said she really like me, but she told me I was too late
I tried to get it, they told me I was too late
I tried to take it over, but they told me I was too late
I tried to cop it, they told me I was too late
I'm almost to the top, but they told me I was too late
[Verse 2: Blanchard]
Yeah...It's like I caught a murder rap
On the tracks, you can call it murder rap
I k**ed em' all, yeah they say I murdered rap
But I ain't done, so it can't be a murder wrap
You in Ferrari's, now everybody look at that
I'm in Ascari's, I bet you never heard of that
We getting money, you know like where them turbans at
I hit the stage and not just where I'm serving at
Triple threat no chest pa**...all I know is jet lag
Hoppin' out boy no stunt...they worried bout a guest pa**
Said they signed a deal...I seen em' at the check cash
I'm trying to see my first mill'...and stuff it in my best bag
They call me too fly...somewhere up in Dubai
Que Pasa La Mujeres...Now I'm in Aruba
I double up the paper...now they call me two ply
Bih, Bih...I sound like I'm two Plies
Do a hundred no gas tank...then I let yo' boo ride
Whip it like I had slaves...then go get a new ride
They tellin' me it's too...It's too late, it's too late
They tellin' me it's too...It's too late, it's too late
They tellin' me it's too...It's too late, it's too late
They tellin' me its too...