I don’t like to play games with you grown men

If it was f**k me back then

Then always it is

I don’t ever lose sleep over nobody

I’m too fly and I never had a copilot

Blacked out in your county when I touch down

Michael Jack, thriller vibe

I’m the GOAT now

Coachella on my mind

So I rock out

Same white boy who can bring the block out

Now that K-nutty home I can get you knocked out

Set it off in this muh’fucker, Vivvy Fox style

I’m just trying to keep my baby girl Minnie Moused out

Take me back to Cali, put my f**g top down

Purple label, aint I swaggin like a young TI?

MI in the house

Boy I’m straight out that 48 50

Make em go loco in the city, La Vida

They say I’m so hot no fever

I’m premeditated with the flow, get killed

If she got a fat ass, she can come get drilled

Like I’m in the Chi, shout to Durk and Herbo

Real recognize real

I don’t play you weirdo’s

Never

Lets get one thing clear

Got the hype of Mark Ingram during heisman year

I know they want gun bars, but I’m more bar none

So what’s on my waist aint what the f**k you should fear

I’m 35,000 feet in the air

Space in my chair cuz I spend the dough

Don’t befriend a foe

Just keep your circle tight like Kanye clothes

The rims are chrome

My home is big

My d**k is like my home

And to think it all started out on Vassar rd

Swishers sweets getting rolled on back wood roads

Doing shows in the city like back to back to back till close

The return of the mac, I’m the prodigal, nah I meant prodigy

Same people hated, gon’ say that they proud of me

Feeling aint mutual, f**k you and you and you

Isn’t life beautiful?

BT told me to stop being so critical

If ya’ll could look in my mind, you would say what the f**k have we done to you?

Phonies want fame, I just want to live comfortable

Flex till they quit and just hand me the W

Lotta yall trying find a short cut

Call a hoe ya baby till she get her cord cut

Every weekend going live I see you pouring up

No more celebrating till we pull a foreign up

No more celebrating till we pull a foreign up

Taylor made for the game, boy this shit is sewed up

You an opp, get popped, like a f**g soda

Stay high all the time, like I sent a drone up

From a place where no one wanna go

Like North Dakota

And the struggle so real

Make a heart turn cold

Tell a snowman bundle up, no joke

Fam on the South, that’s blood and folk

Use to get us all together, that was back in 04

Hats banged both ways

No one ever kept score

Now the boy grown up

And know exactly who he reppin’ for

Shemy