[RAP]

Can a wave god get money anymore?

Hundred grand under the drawstrings I cross

Million-dollar thoughts

Over the forehead I cross

I feel like Jobs at Atari

A bigger vision but niggas sticking to arcades

Everything I love always cost more

Feel like [?] parking in a four door

I love where it finds the airlines

I love park place and board walks

If I could paint you a picture

Then [?] picture be painting

In a world full of darkness

You cleared aside the artist

And settled for imitations

Got my true colors showing

I'm stepping out of my doors

I'm like "Yo, keep that shit running nigga, I'm [?]"

That's my

The sort of shit have my ex

Thinking I'm ovеr it

You hit the nail on the head

No hovеring over it