Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you n******g, I don't f** with new n***as
I blue's your b**h a** hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
n***as feed these b**h's lies, n***a don't food poison my ho
I buy my d** for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My n***a's like Kanye with that good
My n***a's like Lou Rawls with that blow
n***as sayin they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' b**h and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that p**y and hit her with moves you don't even know
n***a's be trippin' over these ho's, I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread, and I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat
n***a's be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my n***a Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These n***a's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My b**h rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, n***a
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my s** better
b**h, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a bl**job
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these n***a's goin' buy em' everything
You goin' f** around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this sh** for all my n***a's
Her mouth, p**y, or a**hole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't f**in', she get the boot
Let me write this b**h a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these n***a's been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that p**y and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't f** with these f** n***a's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pa** that weed to the next n***a
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young s** pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
What up 5?
Rocko f** with me!
Yeah!
Future f** with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these n***a's been dead
5!