I´m a young, 24 year old nigga
I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon´ be here
Ain´t no fly by night nigga
We gon´ be here two years, three years

I got this shit

Wire taps, y´all some grown liars
I´m Julius with Cleo betting on my empire
I´m busy in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada
I´m pops to your daughter´s daughter
Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off like a speed infraction
I´m through with all the talking
Your misery got bad company
Fuck all y´all been
It´s LK, symbolic
All the shit I embody
You might get shot but Johnny´s driving nice cars
Tryna park it, don´t you holla if it ain´t my Gualla
Growing up where I´m from, iPhone to get you towed on

Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit I´ve waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that I´d make-make it home, motherfuckers
This ain´t no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and visas
Not the car, but the passport feature
Need the passport if you´re riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught creeping
I´m balanced on the poppers, if I stop won´t tell who dropping
I´m topic of discussion when it´s who young with the money

I´m here, motherfuckers
I hear my name from the bleachers
But I´m too busy reaching
Looking up to deceased kings
Long live the last king, Martin had a dream

And it´s me
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y´all some grown liars
Y´all some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y´all some grown liars
Y´all some grown liars