[1st Verse]

Hear that plane over Paris, I'm rushin' every tariff

And making hella memories so one day I can share it

Put them hands down for a youngin' on the come up

With a team of personnel who just listen with their thumbs up

Huh I bet the waves keep flowin'

And followin' my Band so the Pay keep growin'

We don't even do it for the money or the models

I just do it cause I haven't seen the promise in tomorrow

And see I'm a myan and a burden

Tune into the union AKA my iron curtain

But see this ain't why I'm workin' for reality I'm searchin'

I'm delivering the truth but it never is for certain

Its Rex White, go gatsby the illest

Betty Crocker swag turn the beat into a skillet

They don't even feel it, Premeditate and kill it

Rare breed jungle its survival of the fittest

[Hook](BoVice)

Greeting different women from a hundred different nations

Every single day is just another paid vacation

I need to write a novel about all these aspirations

Pick another city cause we hold it down for Clayton

Man the rap game nice like a lavender rug

You could find me in the spotlight of every club

Man these haters just mad cause they get no love

And I be in the clouds laughing cause I'm flyer than doves

[2nd Verse]

Wow and them planes still goin'

Its been a couple months and my fame still growin'

Made a little buzz still I never let it get me

Bet you I could sell a million and it still won't even hit me

I get no sleep till a 16s finished

Ready for the game I don't even need a scrimmage

I'm G'd up all my swag so vintage

And they seem to get the picture but have yet to see the image

I bet you I could be your idol when I'm idle

But I'm never idle I'm patrollin' in this never ending cycle

This might be the realist verse I ever wrote

Man this might be the realest verse to ever quote

Quote now, forget me when its over

High off hate so forget me when I'm sober

But I see ya. Step in my arena

And kill another track fall in love with the nina

[2nd Hook](BoVice)

[3rd Verse](BoVice)

And the urges I can't stop it

But no coins left in my pocket

Gucci stripes run down my wallet

Hand held tightly to my locket

I refuse, I refuse

To sit back and watch these other cats

Keep making moves off my behalf

I'm faded down another path

To infinite reaction

So much glamor what is happenin'

Get no sleep and no relaxin'

My reward is so outlasting

All of you, all of you

You pick and then you choose

It doesn't leave a bruise

Cause in the end I'm still your muse

And the music that you listen

Gets rotated like a piston

Making money is the mission

Let the gods be at my witness

So smooth, So smooth

His words are just the truth

I think they got a sweet tooth

Cause we're lighting up the booth