[Verse 1]
Rap god, I'm a heavyweight
I'm back now, let's celebrate
I was in the kitchen like I'm sellin' plates
With two phones like Kevin Gates
Gotta keep the piece like you meditate
You might end up walkin' through the Heaven gates
I'm forever great, bitch, I'm legendary
All this paper, need a secretary
Halloween, it get extra scary
Have you catchin' bullets like a secondary
Still stackin' obituaries
Now half my heart is in a cеmetery
Real pain, I been through
With no gang whеn I spin through
Just me, I got drugs cheap, tell me what you're tryna get into
Every day, I get drippy, boy
Movin' work, come get employed (Come here)
Still crack a ho and pass to bro, that's a couple points for the city boys
Where I'm from, there ain't much love, nobody gives a fuck what you going through
But I made a way, now me and bae out in Times Square doing photoshoots
Death is promised, tomorrow's not
Life's a movie, you a star or not?
We gotta win 'cause we lost a lot
Never quit and never talk to cops
Always think, always plan
Always watch who you call your man
Always ten toes, never switch sides, just some shit that they don't understand
[Interlude]
They don't understand that shit, though
Know how we coming
Shit don't stop
But
[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck braggin', I'm solidified
Catch an opp and put him in the sky
Five hundred for these Jordan 5s
Still getting work across the borderline
My grandma used to call me all the time
Since she died, I been dead inside
Bro is strapped, he gon' let it fly
I don't never doubt, I trust him every time
In my home town, they know who the GOAT
I don't pick when I can use 'em both
Every time that new pack land, we gon' pop a bottle, then do a toast (Cheers)
Say they better, but that's usually jokes
I ain't even with the funny shit
Unless money's what the subject is
Fuck you and who you run and get
Still a legend with a sixteen
Ain't a day that I piss clean
Still no time to get sleep
But if I did, I'd have rich dreams
Told Spence', "I need a custom piece"
One of one, don't touch
You can take the work, but don't front
'Cause I need mine with no cuts
No help and no love
Ain't no beef with no blood
No way to go back either, if you ain't ready, don't rush
I remember slow bucks
Couldn't smoke a whole blunt
Now every day, I smoke Runtz
They used to laugh, but joke's up (Ha)
Yeah
Rap god, I'm a heavyweight
I'm back now, let's celebrate
I was in the kitchen like I'm sellin' plates
With two phones like Kevin Gates
Gotta keep the piece like you meditate
You might end up walkin' through the Heaven gates
I'm forever great, bitch, I'm legendary
All this paper, need a secretary
Halloween, it get extra scary
Have you catchin' bullets like a secondary
Still stackin' obituaries
Now half my heart is in a cеmetery
Real pain, I been through
With no gang whеn I spin through
Just me, I got drugs cheap, tell me what you're tryna get into
Every day, I get drippy, boy
Movin' work, come get employed (Come here)
Still crack a ho and pass to bro, that's a couple points for the city boys
Where I'm from, there ain't much love, nobody gives a fuck what you going through
But I made a way, now me and bae out in Times Square doing photoshoots
Death is promised, tomorrow's not
Life's a movie, you a star or not?
We gotta win 'cause we lost a lot
Never quit and never talk to cops
Always think, always plan
Always watch who you call your man
Always ten toes, never switch sides, just some shit that they don't understand
[Interlude]
They don't understand that shit, though
Know how we coming
Shit don't stop
But
[Verse 2]
Ayy, fuck braggin', I'm solidified
Catch an opp and put him in the sky
Five hundred for these Jordan 5s
Still getting work across the borderline
My grandma used to call me all the time
Since she died, I been dead inside
Bro is strapped, he gon' let it fly
I don't never doubt, I trust him every time
In my home town, they know who the GOAT
I don't pick when I can use 'em both
Every time that new pack land, we gon' pop a bottle, then do a toast (Cheers)
Say they better, but that's usually jokes
I ain't even with the funny shit
Unless money's what the subject is
Fuck you and who you run and get
Still a legend with a sixteen
Ain't a day that I piss clean
Still no time to get sleep
But if I did, I'd have rich dreams
Told Spence', "I need a custom piece"
One of one, don't touch
You can take the work, but don't front
'Cause I need mine with no cuts
No help and no love
Ain't no beef with no blood
No way to go back either, if you ain't ready, don't rush
I remember slow bucks
Couldn't smoke a whole blunt
Now every day, I smoke Runtz
They used to laugh, but joke's up (Ha)
Yeah
( Simms )
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