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My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let’s see what’s possible

Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable

I get flashbacks in my mind ’bout times we’d grind all night, it was horrible

It was flights of stairs, now I’m takin’ flights and arrivin’ somewhere tropical

Man are callin’ my phone ’bout beef and my feet in the sand, that’s a juxtaposition

He had a chain, but I didn’t even know cah he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden

I told man, “If you wanna be great, be patient”, but they still rush to the riches

And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it (Uh)

I state simple facts

Should I lie ’cause the truth does hurt?

My ex wants me to ring her back

I missed your call, I’m on do not disturb

I don’t mind if they think it’s cap

It’s true, I don’t want to put them in the dirt

If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks

Cool if you don’t, I don’t wanna converse

Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag

But every other day I gotta buy her a purse

Horses only, I don’t drive Jags

You could tell it was me from the engine (Skrrt)

And I love sophisticated slags

Petitest waist with the miniest skirt

Born to be rich, but I came from rags

She don’t believe that I come from dirt

Could take you back to the exact traps

Cats are still there, you would hear them purr

Give the green light to the gang, they’ll crash

And ring the alarm, see everyone purge

We don’t spare no one, even mums and dads

If I give the command, see everyone hurt

Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?

Pull up to your party when everyone burst

You came in a wagon and left in a— (Ha)

Serious hate for them boys, they boil my blood

My gang consists of loyalist thugs

That bitch gotta go, she annoying as fuck

They’re babies, throwin’ their toys at the pram

They’re big men but they still ain’t grown up

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If your aim is gettin’ me down, good luck, mm

We’re alive and well and we’re still on top

Sold out but I still got more in stock

I don’t see nobody else but us

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If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward

I look forward to it

I swear on my life, all the talk is boring

No, I ain’t walkin’ my strip, I’m tourin’

Back to the drawing board, I’m drawin’

Back bein’ single again, I’m whorin’

Took a flight last night

This mornin’, flyin’ again, I’m soarin’

I’m really at war, I just spun the car ’cause I thought that I saw him

I’m conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important

Got a bad bitch that’ll make man fall in love, then lure him

I’m tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance

I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I’ll play the position

We had the drop but the young G aborted, ’cause he weren’t trained for the mission

I’m fuckin’ a basketballer’s wife, cah I’m paid like I play for the Pistons

I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don’t wait for permission

I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain’t got real enemies

My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese

And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B

Everything’s gonna make sense in the end when we all get out of the streets