New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin' out the mansion
And I still managed to advance with all these numbers that ain't handsome
Label callin', fuck the label, I ain't answer 'em
Uh, they can't blackball me, uh, matte-black Ferrari, uh
I still get a quarter mill' to snatch back the party, uh
Slid in her DM and she hit back, she was smart enough
And they say I'm way too, I'm on my racks, I don't talk enough
Shot caller, I'm callin' Harden up, like, "Yo, come ball for us"
What we talkin', money or these bitches? They for all of us
If he ain't talkin' no cash, when he start talkin', they don't talk to us
Glizzy in my right-hand, AP in my left-hand
I admired the money and Benjamin became my best man
She a gold digger, I can see it on her CAT scan
'Rari in the trenches, kids be thinkin' that I'm Batman
Superhero status every time I'm out in traffic
Niggas movin' backwards, like they try and make me laughin'
How can I respond when I got beef with eighty rappers
Then you see 'em in the streets and niggas speak, they be cappin', we too active
He got shot up by some shit he said in his caption
I just seen a R.I.P. post, I don't really be knowin' what happened
I'm from Philly, where the young niggas drillin', don't go to classes
Swing, you'll get your hands on a MAC, if you get an ambush
You'll swing, you'll get your hands some crack, 'fore detention passed me
In the hood, they know my homie for shootin', but he had a handle
Could've been like Ja Morant, so he got a Glock
Go tell them niggas they not my opps, I'll go buy they block
Nobody move, somebody move, somebody shot
I'm rockin' rude, that's silk smooth on a mega yacht
With a mega thot that got the same knees as Megan got
I said a lot, but I got everythin' I said I got
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