Ayo, my shooter hitting everything rolling off the wet (Ah) Stressing in that cell, used to have to call collect Now tassels on the Celine leathers, I´m on a jet I´ma land on that rec yard, steal Sly out the stretch (Ah) 320 a month, laps around the sun My shooter humming "Ain´t No Sunshine", loading up a drum, uh Everybody father, uh, coke in the agua, uh Had to lay low, I had a bitch in Cheektowaga, uh At minimum, I had fifty soups in the locker, uh Touch mine, stab you off adrenaline, proper I´m from the eastside of hell, where the devil wear Dolce The MAC clip don´t stop (Brrr), Marni slippers all bozy
In the law library, you should´ve heard what Black told me Worthy pack ya shit up, pulled off in a Rosey (Skrr) Thank God God chose me The baddest bitch you ever seen, told her don´t touch the pony Super FLYGOD
Look, look (Ah) Pyrex vision kitchenware, I was whipping Got my wrists like I won the strongest man competition (Hahaha) Send the brodie on a sliding mission, all my oppositions (Brr) They talking tough but they was not convincing, thirty shots´ll rinse ´em (Brr)
Just looked at my account, some more direct deposits hit it Got my riches, still in my prime but I just had to optimus it (Cash) I had some setbacks but I remain optimistic, I´m out the trenches Hot pockets, mystics, now it´s lobster dishes (Talk to ´em) I know bodying these beats is what you know me for All gold Presi´ but I got mines out the Rollie store Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for? (Huh) Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for? (Woo) I gave ´em a style, gave ´em a lane, that´s what they owe me for
Put some homies on and gratitude they ain´t show me at all (Fuck them niggas though, bro) Celine tote for my broad, Margiela coat in the fall Scatter Brain open the jar, y´all niggas know who the god Machine, bitch