You know a real nigga is speaking when there's silence.

When I'm speaking, you know Martin had a dream, I had a thesis.

Lookin' for a grinder, I'm the meanin' Puttin' fifties in the bank and lookin' sexy when I do it Boy, she tellin' me my life, it looks appealing With her baddie in the back, she put her back into it She wanted him and I in him like there ain't nothin' to it Now she singin' all my praises like it's hallelujahs I got her posin' in my picture with all my diamond cuban

Yeah, boy.

Please don't be doing like you shy.

So shy.

I could give her one more line.

Yeah.

Tell me all the things you got in mind Yeah, boo Tell me what you really, really like Yeah

Put them on my body, put them twice So shy, I could give up one more life, yeah

You know the boy don't grace, man I leave no trace Got you under my gaze, you bounce to the base Got bangles for this, I swap my bullets down straight Getting money all day, yo

You know that boy don't wait, man I need no trace Got you under my knee, yeah I bounce to the pace

Shoot you looking fine.

Anything that she like, I provide.

As long as she fly, I don't mind.

My business, I mind.

While I pay them, no mind.

They can talk shit on my name, but I guess flush any time.

Snake bites come back in full circle No dragging me back, no matter how they try to That's on the Bible, got my disciples Look at the map and put out where next I'ma fly to The world is ours, put in the hours while building up the powers

What I've encountered is deeper than the mantle They want our hand out even when they see our hands full Fools

But that man with my spaceship, we bout to take off With my amigos, go cast amigos That's for the free cold, they give me leave, bro She said she got a man, but she always needs nose Big to me, play with my time, yeah See, he give what he say, move on my side

Yeah, bro.

Please don't be doing like you're shy.

You're shy.

I'm talking about one more line.

Yeah Tell me all the things you got in mind Yeah, bro Tell me what you really, really like Yeah

Put down from my body, put down twice So shy to give up a moonlight, yeah

I'm rent free, living in their head tops, shorty on their head tops, trying to make their bed rock, waiting for my next drop.

Got him in a headlock, fresher than a Mentos.

Victory is sweet, nigga.

Baby feels secure when she's rolling with a street nigga.

I would be the goal.

Obviously, I guess the scene bit, I guess that is the prize we have to pay.

We need a breadwinner.

Adding fuel to the fire, giving more ginger.