I try to be honest and keep it modest But the longer that I live, it's becoming a harder process I'm famous and so grown - my favorites the slow songs Cause it just feels like heartbreak but they finish it so strong In my own lane but I flirt with that fine line The top my destination, high stepping like Primetime My women; They get better with age, and I like fine wine Had a couple crazies, that's worse than a ticking time bomb I'm being me: as in random numbers be calling me She be like "My friend used to talk to you!" You stalking me That's why I deal with people that's cut from the same cloth as me Put that phone down and I'm asking "Like, what that offer be?" Keep that money comin', bruh Get it her on time Stay away from s**as that be hatin' from behind Lotta Baby Dames in the streets droppin' dimes If that went above ya head, learn to read between the lines