Oh, what a feelin' with the stars in the ceiling
Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building
All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings
They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing
Close my eyes and proceed to manifest
Dieme bulletproof Louis V vest
What I studied in the streets so I knowin' it's a test
Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast
Oh, what a feelin' with the stars in the ceiling
Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building
All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings
They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing
Close my eyes and proceed to manifest
Dieme bulletproof Louis V vest
What I studied in the streets so I knowin' it's a test
Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast
Nine hunnid for the wings, three bands for the thighs
Take it out the pot same color as the fries
Still havin' motion, why y'all acting so surprised?
Same job, same work, why y'all acting so deprived?
Get my money, mind my business, I'm just tryna catch a vibe
Ninth inning, bases loaded, y'all gon' make a nigga slide
Undisclosed location, I don't really do it live
Y'all be doin' to much, that ain't how you stay alive
They say I fell what, they can go ahead and stop it
Just like this hundred grand, yeah, I'm always in pocket
Used to sell 'em in the wrap but double it when you rock it
But keep that stick with ya in case them niggas outta pocket
I sat alone and prayed so many nights
White seats, white Rolls, I played so many nights
Hopped out with that new AP, turn off the lights
Mister own half of my city, my future bright
Ain't shit changed from blocks to flipping buildings
Just know I put 'em all in my trust, that's for my children
Them pussies throwing so many stones, could build a building
But fuck them niggas, proving 'em wrong is I'm skilled in
Picture this, ya boy at the stove, look like I'm fishing
Tryna get an extra nine out them Os, that's what I'm wishing
The irony of white squares in the attic nowadays
White face no stones in the Patek, come on
Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands
And all my blues got blood on 'em
And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em
Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands
And all my blues got blood on 'em
And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em
Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death
Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth
That Phantom ride better when you beatin' all the odds
That liquor taste taste better when you beatin' all the frauds
Got dealt a bad hand but you still play your cards
That's when you really real when you really live your bars
And yeah, that's on God and the rest is on me
You really got it out the mud, that's when you know that shit P
Don't cost shit to hate, that's how you know that shit free
Black trucks back to back, that's how you know that shit me
Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands
And all my blues got blood on 'em
And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em
Got a fetish for them rubber bands
Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands
And all my blues got blood on 'em
And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em
Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death
Only thing I never made a million on is meth
Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death
Only thing I never made a million on is meth
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