(We got Xander)
I'm back on that DreamChaser shit, man, fuck it
Loyalty brings forth royalty
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)
Forever
Uh
Lamborghini through the hood just to motivate the trenches
Riding 'round like it's all good even though I know these niggas vicious
All this cash, they say I changed, if niggas broke, I get suspicious
That's my dog from back in the day, but I'm gon' go with my extension
I bring my F&N to any city, I ain't checkin' in
Shit, they ain't hear me, I said, "Let me in"
Was at the door while it rain and it pour
Now we jumpin' out them things in Dior
Brand new Rolls-Royce, the umbrella, shit, it came in the door
They never thought that we'd take it this far
She a baddie, tip-toein' all on the marble, it ain't a stain on the floor
They never thought that we'd make it this far
'Cause I was down bad, now it's mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
I ain't even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
'Cause what's a problem to a schedule that keep changing? (Mm-hmm)
'Member I was down bad, ain't nobody do no favors
I'm like, "Where was y'all at when I was grindin', stomach caved in?"
Guess it all was worth it (It was)
Circle got smaller ever since I got boxed in
Realest nigga breathin' and you know I'm goin' top ten
I remember stressin' over hoes, but now it's options
Made it through it all, so this ain't no sad song shit, no way
No, this ain't no sad song shit, no way
No, this ain't no sad song shit
Mama, dry your tears, take this crib, now that's some boss shit, okay, woah
Only big dog shit (Big dog)
Big dog, only big dog shit (Big dog)
Big boss, only big boss shit (Big boss)
Big boss, only big dog shit (Yeah, yeah)
It's litty
Casamigos, me and two freak hoes, I hit 'em both like free throws (Yeah)
Bad lil' bitch ride dick with the lights on, shit be boostin' my ego (Yeah, yeah)
I come through, no shirt with the pipe on, shit like a rich nigga cheat code
You come through tryna stunt with your ice on, y'all bitch niggas get Deebo'd, mm-hmm
New Dior, hit the store
Buy it all, then we hittin' Allure
Make it rain, don't slip on the floor
Stack paper, get more
I can pop my shit on the fourth
Clearport like we all aboard
Touchdown like we're on a tour
Let's get it, mm-hmm
Shorty a stripper, you see her, wanna tip her, that pussy get wetter 'cause she a real dripper
Fuckin' her better, she tellin' her friends, we fuckin' together 'cause she a real nigga
I'm in the trenches, I jump out the Benz, these niggas can't touch us 'cause I'm with the killers
Real steppers, I only really wanna fuck with the hitters
I only really wanna fuck with the gang, just me and the gang, like twenty-four bitches
We in the spot like twenty-four deep, just one snub nose, like twenty-four switches
I know these niggas be talking 'bout me 'cause niggas be jealous, it's none of my business
All in they feelings and runnin' they mouths, actin' like one of my bitches
No time for fake bitches
Just sip this Ace of Spade with these real bitches
We got switches on them things, call it kill switches
This the hand that God dealt me, they can't deal with us
'Cause I was down bad, now it's mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
I ain't even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
'Cause what's a problem to a schedule that keep changing?
'Member I was down bad, ain't nobody do no favors
I'm like, "Where was y'all at when I was grindin', stomach caved in?"
Guess it all was worth it (It was)
Where was y'all at when I was grindin', stomach caved in?
Guess it all was worth it (It was)
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