Yeah, yeah
(Okay Camrom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know a nigga just came back from London and shit, you know?
It used to be no furniture and now I got Chanel blankets when it's cold (For real)
Pray for me 'cause it's dangerous on the road (Pray for me)
I'm famous where I'm from (Yeah), I'm famous in the States (Yeah)
I'm famous overseas (Yeah) for soda my shit rose
Tryna see what a nigga claimin', we gon' wipe a nigga family tree
I brought it out to blow it, baby girl, she think she scammin' me
I can't ink a deal with rappers, man, this shit too much to handle me
Wockhardt in my Fanta drink, pop out, it's a movie scene
Voices through the streets, niggas say what they gon' do to me
Fresh since I was young, ask the ones who to school with me (For real)
Teacher say, "You way too smart, what you actin' out for?"
You run it up, you hood rich, you think they turned to Alpo
I'm so used to this lil' paper, count it with my eyes closed
They tell me put the syrup down, fuck it, I'ma die slow
When you born, you gotta go, you think I'ma cry? No
First advance, I ain't buy no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope
Yeah, ayy
First advance, I ain't buy no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope (Yeah)
Gotta figure out ways to triple this shit
First advance, I ain't buy no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope
Yeah, gang-gang
You know I'm puttin' on the gang, nigga puttin' on for the family
First advance, I ain't buy no jewelry, fuck it, I'ma buy dope
Mob, mm
The mob gon' keep it tril
I can't leave them ones behind, I'ma put on my folks
My first time I lost some money, shit, I damn near lost my mind
I could fuck it up a hundred times, I still won't lose the grind
I got Rollies by the flavor, I don't use it for no time (No)
Baby be lookin' 'cause I'm shinin', fuck one time, she say it's mine (Oh, yeah)
'Bout that paper, do whatever, I get crooked, it get hard to walk that line
Man, that pill get hard to swallow 'cause my heart be on the line
He said he wasn't gon' drop me, fuck he walkin' for that dime
Charged me for a coffee, ain't no coffee up in mine
She just washed the money, had so much, I crossed her eyes
Had them shooters creep up from the side, don't be surprised
Who you gon' believe them or me? They tellin' lies
Brodie, he ain't Muslim, in the streets sellin' pies (Uh)
You ain't really trappin' if you left the scale inside, nigga (Uh)
See it on your face, boy, how you really feel inside (Uh)
All the shit I been through, I'm just blessed I'm still alive, yeah (All the shit I been through)
Never seen me bitch up when it's on, they scared to ride (Come on)
You know I'm the wave and I ain't never made that ride (Come on)
You don't ever see him but they talk just like a podcast (Come on)
Today I'm feelin' good, I'm goin' shoppin' with your fine ass
I just wanna show you off, your ex called, fuck 'em, you blow him off
Fuckin' with the boy, how? Niggas must be smokin' soft (Yeah)
Rendted for the whole night and I got some more to toss
Valet my shit, pull it to the front and don't cut my motor off
Told that bitch, "Look, you can scam or roll, tell me who the boss?"
Proud 'cause I be standin' on the business they ain't see me call
Top for real, don't piss me off
These niggas be CB4
Sleepin' on me, okay, bet his ass won't sleep no more
You know I'm a G, stickin' to the G code
Gotta keep her neat, tryna dodge a RICO
Schools with Travis Scott, Burberry peacoat
Shawty brought two friends with her, now I'm 3-0
I been countin' all day, sorry, I ain't leavin' home
She's hurt with the game, now it's hard to leave me 'lone
Gotta be the nice guy, drugs got me thinkin' wrong
Play wtih mine, we blinkin' out, we sprayin' up the
Face, haha, face, face mob, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on
Live from the corner suite
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