[Verse]
Uh
They say I'm the man, what can I say?
That's prolly why shawty all up in my face
24/7, I get to that cake
More money, more power, my niggas is straight
I hopped off the road, jumped in the backseat of that Rolls, the world in my lap
These niggas need beats, these niggas need writers, these niggas want features, these niggas is wack
I'm all in my bag, shoutout to Chill
Shoutout to Lupe, shoutout for real
Know that's for real, got offered a deal while in jail
I swear man, that shit was surreal
I fuck with you [?] the mister is back
Young Grey Lou is how I get to that sack
I'm different from cats, you niggas is [?]
You know who I am, I was up in that trap
Cookin' that crack, tryna get back what I spent
Weavin' through traffic with Flip, now I put on for the city that raised me, and all of my dawgs I left back in the pen
No matter to me, when they call me I got 'em
Whether it's sendin' 'em cash or some flicks of a bad bitch with an ass like a blimp
I'm fresh off the plane, gettin' back from a trip
Paid a grit for the jeans, man [?]
These niggas ain't real as they seem
Bitch, I'm a king, that thing on my hip is a king and my chick from Atlanta's a dream
Fuck do you mean? Green I be gettin'
Y'all niggas trippin', all in the way
Legit on the way, Millyon Dollar Vision
We ain't the same, I'm sure you see the difference, bitch
Uh
They say I'm the man, what can I say?
That's prolly why shawty all up in my face
24/7, I get to that cake
More money, more power, my niggas is straight
I hopped off the road, jumped in the backseat of that Rolls, the world in my lap
These niggas need beats, these niggas need writers, these niggas want features, these niggas is wack
I'm all in my bag, shoutout to Chill
Shoutout to Lupe, shoutout for real
Know that's for real, got offered a deal while in jail
I swear man, that shit was surreal
I fuck with you [?] the mister is back
Young Grey Lou is how I get to that sack
I'm different from cats, you niggas is [?]
You know who I am, I was up in that trap
Cookin' that crack, tryna get back what I spent
Weavin' through traffic with Flip, now I put on for the city that raised me, and all of my dawgs I left back in the pen
No matter to me, when they call me I got 'em
Whether it's sendin' 'em cash or some flicks of a bad bitch with an ass like a blimp
I'm fresh off the plane, gettin' back from a trip
Paid a grit for the jeans, man [?]
These niggas ain't real as they seem
Bitch, I'm a king, that thing on my hip is a king and my chick from Atlanta's a dream
Fuck do you mean? Green I be gettin'
Y'all niggas trippin', all in the way
Legit on the way, Millyon Dollar Vision
We ain't the same, I'm sure you see the difference, bitch
( Roy Deezy )
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