They, suspecting fraudulence, Fresh out the laundry

Ask where the Porsche is when they come to audit

All of it just nonsense, can't trace it, regardless

Did it myself, seen ’em raiding apartments

Tryna escape, I stay hidden in darkness

Did it myself, was just part of the problem

Got cash in the safe near the house in New Orleans

The sky wasn't falling, Dwayne Carter was calling

Used to smoke weed the whole week out of boredom

Used to not see what they see, need a fortune

Used to not hear what they speak, not important

Merely believed it, to me y'all informants

The phone calls done cordless, ’bout what got imported

I just ignored it, I know they record me

Clothes on the floor she adores the Dior fit

Still I want me some more, brain full of endorphins

Look, Magnus, now that you made it

You said one day you'd be rich and be famous

Half merciless, gracious, the coupe got a facelift

Went to tell Mama you're safe and you made it

You made it on TV but still looking faded, since everyone needs me, seen half of you shapeshift

Colorful faces, but look like they're painted, these bundles of cash that pile up in my basement

I don't really know names, got no face, got no clue

But you don't portray what you say or you do

Stay out the way they got' pay when it's due

I came back in day, you don’t aim when you shoot

I hang with the bestest Head spinning, restless Matter of fact, don’t come around test it

My name in all caps on the back of some guest list My name in all caps down her back on her necklace

Cash in a bag, cash in the mattress

Still count it back since I rap, he's eccentric Still count it back but the counterfeit matches Still count it back since there’s rats, as expected Cash in a bag, cash in the mattress Still count it back, put the cash in the casket Still count it back, fold the cash, it's infected I ain't coming back, put the cash in the backpack

It's partially just fiction, you act like you’re victims It's 6 o'clock dark and that car parked in distance Mans wouldn't listen, God can't forgive him It's 6 o'clock, dark, and that car starts — suspicion Got the, got the vision of pigeon, I ain't never had no handout, never had assistance Said you can put your hands down, you do fit the description It don't make a difference He still didn't listen

Now I just carelessly driving Mercedes Triple beam dream, 'cause I know what the scheme is Three digit me 'cause I thought it was easy Three digits deep, and the beats just repeating Was all just a dream till my words were / till I've seen mine on CD Was all I believed in, the press wants my CV Ridiculous me, wants to leave when they see me Picture us sleepless — if this was my 3-peat

I ask the almighty, ask if they'll find me

I talk to the sky 'bout the things I did nightly

They're 5 feet behind me, check on my Nikes Hands to the sky every night, it's reminding me

I been reminiscing, I was 19

I been, didn't listen since I'm 19

Mama done cried every night since the nineties I just talked to that mic, but that mic came with Type-C