[Verse 1]
Look, I’m a business minded n***a, n***a
I can sell life and take it
But I’m just a “stay up out of jail†type
I’m the type to only let them see my tail lights
I’m the type to do my shopping through a mailbox
Poppa sent me a text and told me I’m heaven sent
I never became a doctor but made me some M’s and M’s
They tried to keep me on the other side of the fence
And now my n***a’s living on the other side of the lens
We made it, and made it possible, b***h
Money long as a gospel song
It’s just the perfect answer when I don’t know what’s right or wrong
It’s either that or light a bong and write a song
It’s purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
I work the nights and days, where you think I got my stripes did from?
Purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
When Zyne gave me a shot I promised me to keep my snipers on (B***h go!)
[Break]
Let it go (x3), Look.. I got it
[Verse 2]
And now it’s bull’s eye bro-bro
I made my people proud to be a Ngcobo
You’ll understand this s**t when you can get to fly solo
And crack your brain tryna figure out if you want the door suicide or normal
That’s suicide without a pill or rope
Dude I’m out here looking like I tripped and fell in gold
Dude my album sounding like it tripped and fell in gold
These women going platinum how they out here selling souls
These b*****s going platinum how they out here selling p***y
I was a diamond in the rough and then the right hands took me
The right hands found me
Success is like a song on replay everyday
I like how that s**t sounding (Man!)
F**k it man I think that s**t’s a smash
I jam to that s**t until I pa** out
Mom I’m happy that you let my daddy smash
You know that’s my n***a I wouldn’t never leave him a**-out
I got 20k in my pocket
That’s heavy enough to keep me grounded
I don’t let the money leave, no I always keep it grounded
That’s just music to my ears and I keep it at its loudest
Look how many girls can say they had the time of their life
When I turned somebody’s daughter into a wife for the night
It’s ironic cause I’m so not tryna get cuffed
But I’m here committing crimes
With the way I’m k**ing time with your life
Won’t you let the game changers do the f*****g thing
I’m still gone, won’t you fill me up another tank
Besides my n****s I don’t know another soul to thank
We do the victory dance all the way to the f*****g bank
Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s some winning s**t
And you get to tell your grandchildren that you witnessed it – Bad Hair