(I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party)
Prr, prr
(I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies)
Big Smoke
(And we're still the same, ain't nothin' changed except the car keys)
Ice
Greaze
Yeah
We don't get angry, we don't get even (Nah)
We don't talk about beef, by the way, did I mention I just turned vegan? (Ha)
I need the pagans breathing so they can see my new Top Boy season
I need the pagans alive so they can all see that it's still my time
I don't know why they act tough online, I see them outside and they ain't say nada (Huh?)
Soon as you say, "On sight," we looking for you like some vintage Prada
Looking for you like some archive pieces (Pow-pow, pow)
Jealousy in the ends, they hate when you become successful
But in the trenches, we were all friends
How long we tryna pretend?
I know they love to see me do well
But only when it benefits them
Is it 'bout money or is it 'bout girls? (Huh?)
Either way, I'm threatening men (Greaze)
C just texted, "Diligent," yeah, 'cos the outfit's making sense
I told him it cost to be the boss and to be this fly is the same expense (Pow-pow, pow)
And we just went triple platinum, check the digits (Yeah, yeah)
Most these bruddas is tired and washed up, bro, but they won't admit it
How many times have I dumbed it down to make a boy feel like he's on my level? (Bow)
And I ain't talking about kettles, I ain't talking about precious metals (Nah, nah)
I'm talking about taking a year out, still I can't see no competition
Can't see anyone threatening my position (Ha)
Told D I need a chauffeur 'cos I'm so driven, should be in the backseat with both hands free (Skrrt-skrrt)
Right hand making plays on the iPhone, and my left hand gripping on the BB, it's me (Prr)
Praise the Lord for the life I'm livin'
Big Smoke Records, alive and kicking
Dinner in Milan with the finest women
And none of us sexing, nah, I'm just chillin' (Yeah)
Your taste level is my waste level
You ain't ever heard of the wine I'm sippin'
Heard you say this year's your year, then you better hurry up, boy, time is ticking
I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party
I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
And we're still the same, ain't nothin' changed except the car keys
Vroom, vroom
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen
So don't beat around a bush, please, say what you mean (Greaze)
Every day's a party
I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
Ain't nothin' changed except the car keys
I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
I'm tryna slide it in, just like a cash machine
I made a milli on this phone with a cracked screen
So don't beat around a bush, please, say what you mean
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