Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it
I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That´s like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off
Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone Like damn, my nigga, I´m in the studio Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago Yeah, you tellin´ me you starving, but I been to there Like growin´ up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn´t cereal I know what´s up You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up I know you ain´t really with the shits but you just throw it up Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up Nigga, you just wanna be around me ´cause my money up Heard them goofy niggas tryna line me, they don´t want smoke with us
Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah, had to focus up Most my niggas dogs, I hit up bitches that my homies fucked I hear too much me in niggas´ songs, so I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up Pick out diamonds in particular ´cause I´m just rich as fuck Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up They know exactly how we give it up, shot a bully up And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time Bitch, I´m really grindin´ If I ever said, "I love you", never mind it Especially when I feel like you out here thottin´ I threaten you, but I fuck with you, let´s be honest
I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic Flowers, I give you all my hours I fuck around, I miss you though, I promise Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us No bozos in my circle, they get cut We can´t even get around, I got my hoodie on in public House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water Percocets like NyQuil, got my buying sawed-offs Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin´ 10K on one fit, fly like I departed
Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden Can´t tell if I got it, but I stay on it And they stay frontin´, but it ain´t nothin´ ´Cause I make money, talkin´ big money Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me Mmh, if I go broke, I´ma take money, yeah I might go broke in my late hundreds It´s hard not to talk money ´cause I got money now And these chains around my neck worth over two hundred thou And Puma just gave me a budget, I should say, "Fuck it" And give it to the schools ´cause they need it more than I need it now Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more though, I´m playin´ quiet Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons
Sittin´ next to my favorite rapper, actin´ scared to say it to him Used to bump "March Madness," poppin´ Addys because of you After you and Drizzy dropped, then I got in tune (Yeah) Drizzy, that´s my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah First time in the Garden, it was all because of you, yeah I probably was OD-in´ to do a song but I was new, yeah I can´t lie, oh, you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah And that´s my nigga too, I fuck with you, I swear to God
Type of nigga keep that shit a hundred, cameras off And I´m the type of nigga you might see in Saint Laurent Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain´t LeBron WIth different bitches, denims lookin´ like they painted on Listenin´ to "D.T.B", yeah, that´s our favorite song I don´t trust bitches Bitches just like me, that´s why I don´t trust bitches This your favorite song I don´t love bitches Fuck bitches, DTB, no, I don´t trust bitches This your favorite song When you´re home, all alone
Reminiscin´ my Dior cologne No going back, I really took your soul I know, yeah Woke up with the chills, oh, oh Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh Like it´s not a big deal, oh, oh Free all of my bros, whoa, oh Free my nigga PeeWee, free my nigga Skills, now Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now Used to wear the same shit, I ain´t lookin´ like no bum now I´m a New York nigga, hangin´ laces off my Uptowns Grew up in the jungle where they rumblin´ for dust now Runnin´ ´round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now And I don´t know why I feel like they wanna take my life
And it´s all
Wanna fuck my wife And these niggas wanna take my life And it´s all Yeah, it´s alright And it´s alright Yeah, it´s alright, mmh