Lethal - Finer Things lyrics

[Verse 1] The good life, boy I gotta have it Too ill for the game, I'm Magic Momma deserves the world, god dammit I was told I had a gift, witness how I rap it Plannin' schemes with Phantom dreams OG wanna sign me up for this college thing Freshman? But I'm focused on this damn dream Rather be a freshman on the XXL magazine My people saying, "Go excel L!", c'mon boy, ain't no time to wait See, I got too much good people showing love and support for me to not be great Ain't it ironic how I'm so hungry and it's because so much sh** on my plate? Stare at my pockets, gotta chase money so ima do that, that's every damn day Standing in my way on the road to success, the f** you thought? Boy you better swerve n***as think they shining 'til I bring the black out, cut it out, ha I'm a surgeon with a power surge Haters mad cause I shut it down every track? My bad, did I hit the wrong nerve? People fear what they don't understand and all of my enemies looking hella scuuuured [Hook] Ain't no choice, I gotta make it b**h n***as, still hating The sky ain't the limit boy It's our point of view, man we amazing I want it now, f** patience Point me to the money, I ain't waiting The world is ours for the taking So watch me take it Get it, get it, get it Clothes, some Rollies, and them chains Get it, get it, get it Rolls Royce, Bentleys, and that Range Get it, get it, get it Promise they gon' know my name Hey I just want the finer things [Bridge] Never trippin', we tripped out Born losers, we win now Quiet n***a, I toke loud Sunshine state but we blow clouds Blunts and broad get pa**ed 'round Black clothes and black crowns Better back up, we don't back down Watch a n***a get that cash now [Verse 2] Watch a young n***a become legendary Never satisfied with secondary Competition up in a cemetery Turn a boss b**h to my secretary The mission: get b**hes in missionary We are young kings, some visionaries L on the mic? Get the dictionary Imagery something like Pictionary Painting them pictures, I am Pica**o Rolling with swishers, that boy Aristotle Get me some liquor, I'm talking rum bottles They think that we posing cause we with some models And all them models, they be the finest Who f**ing with me? I just hear silence Don't ask me questions, the top you can find us Bow down and respect the word of your highness [Hook + Bridge]