Yeah
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
For my niggas, though
Uh, you underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
Probably wouldnt lose a single rapper
Niggas make threats, cant hear em over the laughter
Yeah, thats cause Im headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, Im just bein frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she aint with ya?
Wildin, doin shit thats way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
Thats why every song sound like Drake featurin Drake
Straight, Y pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin our words like its wiretaps on the team
Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
Guess its funny how money can make change outta niggas
For real, some nobody started feelin himself
A couple somebodies started killin themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer over allegations
I aint lyin, my nigga, my time is money
Thats why I aint got time for a nigga whose time is coming
A lot of niggas PR stuntin like thats the movement
And Im the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga
Fuck your list, everythings lookin gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
Stashin money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eatin like Im seated at Swish, Sotto, and Josos
Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco
This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills
Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
Comin live from the screwface, livin out a suitcase
But Im feelin good, Johnny got me pushin two plates
My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
Its funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
Niggas treat me like Ive been here for ten
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
Im on my King James shit, Im tryna win here again
A young nigga tryna win here again, man, whats up?
Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city Im in
I got her drinkin with your boy
I got her fucked up, shorty, aw yeah