Double standard society Feds tryin´ me, law practicing off inspire me
I found crooked ways more sly, sly as I can be, yeah I really want my bitch to do like the rain and fall for a nigga I´m not aligning ´til the day they call for a nigga Sudan the refugee feel like Darfur, my nigga We battling over these fences, parkour my nigga You see these A & R´s playin´ stars and XX playin´ sex Encrypted back door deals, the niggas playin´ next Closin´ meetings playing vex, try and get them pay the check I need a deal at A to Z and right now it´s at A to X As an ex-ex concerned about who´s playin´ next And my next probably concerned about who´s playing text
I´m in the scouts like, fuck it, who gon´ play next That decision right there way too heavy to stress But let´s talk about stress, I got whole labels gettin´ at me Blogs and they pickin´ at me, niggas tryna prick up at me Prosecutor tried to paint me young, dumb, and trigger-happy Tried to revoke my bail last week, I´m like, "Really Kathy?" The judge like the only person not holding a grudge I´m just hoping that he see past all the smears and the smudge I´m just tryna be outside, holdin´ bands in the club Doin´ shit for my lil´ cousins, not doin´ years in the mug
She shit don´t appear as it was, Got peers actin´ finicky Last year scared, but this year want to mention me Bunch of hoe-bitch-ass, fuck-nigga energy Bunch of hoe-bitch-ass, fuck-nigga Tennessees Y´all see niggas with these chains and think they got it all Me, I´m tryna shine like the black under the Armorall Shawty suckin´ and her hands clutched together under me like volleyball Chain, so much colors, when it sway it look like Mardi Gras Y´all niggas hardly ball, but get to talkin´ slick and I´ll just crash like I´m naughty dog Scared of y´all? Not at all; niggas pump-fake, it´s hard to stomach like a body ball
I will not stop at all, way to come and top it off Shit is ´bout to get stupid, it´s best that y´all not involved I know niggas that say they got more bitches but really do more trigger than "ta-da-da" Impressed? Not at all, again Condo in the sky, I´m eightieth floor I´m expandin´ to a mansion that come with lake and a shore Am I sure Ian ? all on the tour Dollar signs tatted all on my mind, shit I can´t ignore
They say diamonds last forever like umbrellas in the raindrops Double-jointed suicidal doors when the raves stop
V-12 engine, windows tinted, duckin´ plane cops They hate they have to witness niggas winning, they became opps When the plane stop, you put your mask on first We used to hit the ATM and put the mask on first We used to ride the MTA, now Maybachs in reverse This the shit we used to pray for in the back of the church They knew they couldn´t stop the hustle, so they shackled us first Isaiah 54:17, you know that didn´t work A million in my mausoleum, put some cash in my hearse Cover me in the blood of Jesus till I´m covered in dirt They could trap my body but can´t trap my mind In the LA library, niggas pass the time I still ain´t pass the torch, still ain´t past my prime
Do planks, push-ups, and pull-ups, pen-and-pad my rhymes We used to look up to the dope boys, the bitches called us broke boys Drivin´ Honda Civics but had visions of of the Rolls-Royce McLaren doors go up, and bitches pull their panties down ´Cause we poppin´ tags, but we used to rock them hand-me-downs You could try to build ´em up, they still gon´ try to tear you down They show their true colors, do numbers, bet they hear you now Two sides to everything, the condo came with three stories Poolside, they try catch a wave, try reach for me Burnin´ bridges, put dirt on my image, tryin´ to destroy me
Church clothes, and I ain´t got nobody who could preach for me Netflix special, political refugee story Free Max B and Big Meech, nigga, free Tory