Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin´ me what the lawyer was sayin´
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain´t no sellin´ out, no tradin´, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin´ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin´ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon´ take my love and give it away like it ain´t nothin´ to her?
How you gon´ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?

Hawaiian surfin´ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can´t let ´em out
I can´t take it, I can´t take it no more, I´m ´bout to spaz out
I´m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein´ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin´ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it´s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I´ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin´ the shit I can´t control destroy me
It was goin´ too deep for you, baby, pardon me

I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I´ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I´m Future Hendrix but I´m not a guitarist
I could´ve be starvin´, I´m fortunate

Maybe my mind playin´ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin´ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin´ tricks on me?
Someone that´s jealous playin´ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything´s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing´s got temporary

Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin´ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don´t respect nothin´ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let´s go, let´s go)

I was lettin´ the shit I can´t control destroy me
Everything´s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I´m Future Hendrix but I´m not a guitarist (Super)

I could´ve be starvin´, I´m fortunate

Maybe my mind playin´ tricks on me (I´m so fuckin´ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin´ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin´ tricks on me?
Someone that´s jealous playin´ tricks on me (Someone that´s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything´s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing´s got temporary