Telefonate in B, baby.

I feel like...

You had that fake name change.

We had that real shit.

When you were riding in your mansion.

We got our own way.

I talk it how I walk it.

Got it so I flaunt it.

I did this here for them imaginary bosses.

You know the type, they always hollering how they cash your stuff.

But when you see them in the streets, it just ain't adding up.

They get to going like I'm selling bricks and taking trips.

So what you doing with the dollars?

It ain't making sense.

I'm blowing pics of another man's shine.

Purple line trying to claim another man's grime.

All your whip ain't in the streets yet.

Let me guess, for the past two years, I've been at D-Tech.

I thought you fucked with fifth scale.

Some fishy goin' on, somebody tellin' fish sales You in the bar with a brew lookin' through

You claim to be that nigga, but these hoes like who?

Maybe I'm tripping.

I could be blind, bro.

Yeah, you a boss, but it's only in your mind, no It's all in your head, man

It's the reality, dawg.

Like, what did you get out of carpet, dawg?

Like, it's people that really know you.

You lookin' like a fool, bro.

Niggas callin' my phone, she pickin' my nose.

What up, yo, baby?

All right, dude.

Get the fuck on, man.

All that purpose shit.

What it do?

When you bought that watch, how did you feel?

Gotta walk around just knowing it ain't real.

Probably fooled a couple hoes and some gullible niggas.

And they wonder why we don't fuck with these niggas.

Like last week, I'm in the club in the booth on Cheeto.

We'll be right back.

Doing too much, making sure his presence is felt.

Every time he do something, he looking at me.

I'm laughing with Keith, like what this supposed to be.

Flashing money in the strip club, but I ain't going to throw.

And that bottle is.

empty dude let that go i could be tripping you probably is a boss on your block but then again looking at you

Not.

Fuck out of here.

This is slow, man.

Niggas be retarded.

Nobody is thinking about nobody.

I'm gonna have a good time.

Please, go over there, son.

We see your ugly-ass rosé box.

We sippin' diamonds, imaginary niggas, man.

Niggas is so sad just dealers with no cash are doing some scam front like they got a bag

Payin' some picture like they huggin' the block Ain't slappin' shit, just punchin' the clock Keep it real, who made you want the ball on all hoes?

Who told all these square ass niggas to dog hoes?

Who told you wash your life up and get froze up?

Who told you sip, dime, pee, and put the rosé up?

I'm clean with it.

Y'all just a bunch of tacky fools.

Smaller versions of a big dog, a bunch of scrappy dudes Hoes faking like they something, I'm just sick of this shit

Talkin' big money, but they shoplifting and shit.

Other niggas goin' broke, tryna outdo me.

That shit old now, dawg, I did that shit last week.

If that rollie ain't official, please don't even sport it.

Then come with that green card, just go and deport it.

to the drawing board.

Imaginary ass niggas, man.

Imaginary females.

I can't think.

a real got kinks didn't take it y'all it up for the really doing this

We ain't going for it.

Leave that shit and get out of the way.

Get the fuck on.

Go over there.

I'm not about to take it.