Vision turned red

Money turned blue

Rollin’ up some green that we about to burn through

Bitches off white, not talkin’ no shoes

Sippin’ on this purple got me changin’ my mood

All black Benz that’s a 2DR Coop

I don’t need new friends shouts to 2DR Coop

I don’t see no ends I just see new views

They hate to see you win rather see you lose

I been in the stu for like a month or two

Couldn’t ever let y’all go and get too comfortable

It’s nice to see y’all out here finally up to somethin’ new

Making money, making music it’s really nothing new

You cannot walk the walk that’s why you just talk on the internet dissing

Teach you a lesson so just keep it passive aggressive but never specific

I cannot tell if your track was hot or not cuz I never listen

You know I don’t smoke but the homies in here gonna light up the trees like it’s Christmas

Speaking of that you was never present for the grind and that’s why you ain’t gifted

I don’t get high but stay lifted, you just a peasant can’t be on no king shit

I keep my distance, y’all just be out in the streets and looking suspicious

I been moving way too slick to get caught up in the system

Claiming that you on a mission chasing the riches letting your paper stack

But I hear the tag through out the beat on the song I know you ain’t pay for that

I never sleep, cooked up the beat and the track and nothing I make is wack

If you ain’t lying and you really came from the bottom then that’s where your staying at