(We astronauts with this shit, my nigga)
I had to tell 'em, like
(I just need my space right now)
Had to draw somethin' down, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
I had to show you
I can feel you ain't with me for real
You gon' try to play me crazy if I don't know the business for real
A hurt past, go to church, got his religion and heals
I just saw the pastor daughter walk in, switchin' the heels
It's a crazy world, I'm a ladies' man
Mama's baby boy, daddy's favorite, I promise you that
You gon' hustle these days without homies attached
'Cause they gon' try you 'til you dyin' or a cell block trap
Pour a cup, get drowsy, and steal from you
Same ones ridin' in your car say they'll kill for you
Before Ghazi, man, my partner had a deal for me
Better percentage, royalties, talkin' real money
Yeah, I got a bad cougar, take me out, pay the bill for me
Yeah, bad man out in London with a seal on it
Pockets and my stomach gettin' bigger, real simple
I'm an ex-pill dealer, hate these niggas, Hilfiger
Yeah, you gon' talk me to death
You gon' cop a hotbox and in the foreign with thots
They top-notch 'fore I let a nigga ride with me
Ah, ah, don't touch the door handles on this bitch, they pop out
Kitchen got money, no Carters, they not props
My boy say he think they ass be watchin', who not hot?
Who not movin' the bag? Who not used to this cash?
I just woke up out my sleep, just spilled a deuce and a half
Spit the truth, so don't ask me
Never seen, ain't heard about 'em though, Face gas me
Ever seen a bitch so fine need her ass beat?
You know I get it early, you look like me last week
Rich nigga shit, I come through, don't harass me
Keep it nasty
Why that ho you with, she eyein' me? She yellin', "Pass me"
Alley-oop into your highness, you know I slimed her
Lately, my life been a movie, go buy a camera
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