(Verse 1)

Money calling these niggas sleeping I'm wide awake

The ballers balling I'm planning the shots I'm finna take

Mean sixteens mean new born stars, Got niggas begging for Mercy

Like them foreign cars

Horror stories is gory but I'm just living through it

They say I'm best in my city, I say it's time I prove it

Red Tie shit, nigga follow the movement, I killed these niggas

In January they still recouping

Give me a moment I'm loading up on these haters

Hundred dollars for a verse so I'm loading up on this paper

Im giving these women vapors, she's telling me I'm her favorite

She says she staying around til our dinners are getting catered huh!

(Hook)

Texas Trill, Crazy Swag

Keep that shit a hundred stacks

PG on my back, snap backs

Raps on tracks(2x)

(Verse 2)

It's been the longest yard

And I'm home to the hardest bars, and I'm far from the foreign cars

And I'm far from beyond the stars, and I'm starting to feel apart

Of this rap game

Niggas give me dap man they fuck with my campaign

And Fridays my birthday and that's on the thirteen, so I must be Jason

No wonder I kill beats, no wonder I shake sheets with all the discreet freaks

She sending me naked picks hash tag "know me" oh please oh please

Shawty went to blow trees, with my nigga Ben G

I'm just drawing off what I see, Im surround by inspiration

I'm so fucking innovating, deep down in the inner matrix

Lets see how far Imma take it I promise a nigga make it