The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League Balenciaga got me tip-toein´ ´round the crib while your bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin´ on Say Cheese You should see the way we livin´ now, a condo in the sky, I´m feelin´ eight feet (Yeah) Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I´m standin´ ten toes Have you ever had a bitch cryin´ out you everything she had to live for? Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head ´cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt) Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I´d never miss, no (Yeah)
GTA, I´m usin´ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (Yeah) All I needed was a deep throat, now I´m ridin´ ´round, smokin´ Petro´ Texted me like I´m a asshole, had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shawty speakin´ my lingo, told her, "Thanks, bae, that shit was fuego" (Fuck) That´s another body, so it´s case closed (Woo-woo) It ain´t easy as it seems, swervin´ on them beans, so I need to lay low (Woah) Now shawty turnin´ to a fiend, tryna crash the residence, so now the gate closed (Woah) My old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin´ on the payroll (Woah, woah, woah) (Fuck)
Tryna cause more stress Blowin´ smoke in the air (Woah), cannot catch my breath (Woah) Uh, and roll another ´Wood when it´s not goin´ good, uh Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move, so fuckin´ high, I´m dodgin´ every hurdle, uh (Yeah) Had a vision, then I made it happen, now my heart bleedin´ out purple, uh (Woo) Let the fuckin´ choir sing while I´m on the scene, screamin´ bloody murder, uh (Yeah) I swear I´m livin´ in a dream, wonder if I´m fly enough to be Virgil Or high enough to feel gone (Woah) Or real enough to right wrongs (Wrongs) Or man enough to feel embarrassed when I speak the truth in every single song, uh (Uh-uh) A false prophet tried to tell me, "It´s about the money, nigga, fuck the purpose" So fuck it, I just load the Nina, then I cock it back and hit his cervix (Grrah, bah, bah)
And it´s still partially my fault Uh, tryna take a lot of me out of my ways (Yeah, yeah) I just swerved off in that Wraith, burnt my tires all on the pavement (Yeah) Then crash out in this place where a lot of people don´t make it (Woah-woah)
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League Balenciaga got me tip-toein´ ´round the crib while your bitch fake sleep (Yeah) I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin´ on Say Cheese (Woo) You should see the way we livin´ now, a condo in the sky, I´m feelin´ eight feet (Woah) Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I´m standin´ ten toes (Sky)
Have you ever had a bitch cryin´ out you everything she had to live for? (Why?) Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head ´cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt) Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I´d never miss, no (Skrrt, skrrt)
What the fuck? Look at your bank account, what did you do today? Did you go ? Did you check your bank account? The fuck?
Is it too late? Is it too late? You should see the face you makin´ at me right now, did your mood change? Did your mood change?
I can only see this goin´ down one way (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh) But let´s just keep it real (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Let´s just keep it real (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh) Let´s just keep it real I couldn´t just say that I´m sorry, I know it´s not enough I could say, "I´m sorry," but I know it´s not enough Said I´m doin´ too much (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh) I´m doin´ too much But I just gotta say it anyways, "I´m sorry, my love" I´m sorry it´s just not enough (Ooh) I´m sorry, I could say it all day I´m sorry it´s just not enough for you, you, you, you You, you, you, you