(Chorus)
All around the world
A nigga active getting dough
My nigga tell me what you need
I get back atcha with the quote
It’s a thousand plus degrees I’m cooling off and laying low
Niggas tryna smoke with me I’m deep in traffic with the bros
Niggas tryna play it like the old days
Niggas tryna play ya like the o jays
Backstab a nigga
For the love of money
She used to be my girl
I never play it like a dummy
No
All around the world
A nigga active getting dough
My nigga tell me what you need
I get back atcha with the quote
It’s a thousand plus degrees I’m cooling off and laying low
Niggas tryna smoke with me I’m deep in traffic with the bros
Niggas tryna play it like the old days
Niggas tryna play ya like the o jays
Backstab a nigga
For the love of money
She used to be my girl
I never play it like a dummy
No
(Verse)
Scratch that
It ain’t even half that
Sebating on my last act
They say the boy too abstract
Working like a lab rat
Tryna take it past rap
So why you screaming kill that
I’m tryna bring real back
Who that
Q letter nigga
Too damn distinguished
Two step a nigga
Step thru a little nigga
Dog em out
They kitty litter
This the bounce
I’m the nigga
Im in love with the mirror
Ain’t no love in these niggas
It be tough for gorillas
I ain’t hurt I’m a realist
I’m the man I’m the realist
If I’m making an appearance
Cool quarter million
You ain’t rude that’s an image
Say your crews the pretenders
Nigga eat a middle finger
Baby kissing on my english
Nodding out back leaning
I ain’t scared of my demons
Boy I’m here for a reason
Long as I’m breathing on all that I believe in
2001 royal 1 no creases
That’s how I seen it
You’re witnessing the genius
Rock star shit
Treat the stage like the precinct
Rock star shit
Nose diving off the deep end
Rock star shit
Bape nigo era visions
Rock star shit
Ye fresh off the Hawaii trip
Get a grip
This how polished look
You not a crook
Read a college book
You are not the one they riding on
I pull up like a choir song
Heavenly
I say the lord keep on blessing me
This shit just feel like destiny
Keep coming with the recipe
To anyone who slept on me
I’m praying that you Rest In Peace
Praying for a better day
Weight on my shoulders
Weigh an Escalade
Game colder than the Everglades
You love the baby she was on the blade
Loose goose baby roller blades
The new coupe from a bus pass
Fuck rap
Treat the beat like lunch pass
Tough act
To follow
Mind on tomorrow
Drowning out my sorrows
Fresh new apparel
Been the best nigga
You ain’t gotta wait for dust to settle
This the fucking higher level
Momma knew the boy was special
And not like oh this my son and yeah I love him
Talking this that one and you could never be above him
Talking this that one and you could never be above him
Whoa