You know what the fuck it is, nigga Check Born rebel, sold fire to the devil Hustles, I got several Step a press of Louis on Benz pedals (Skrrt) Pocket full of clear baggies with the pebbles Austrian medal, all my thoughts on how to finesse you (Baow) Shop right, I'll knock some points off on the next two (Uh-huh) I took a lot of risks just to blow chips on my nephew (I did) I'm playing, plot, strategize my next move High on the jet fuel, use my shorty as a mule Shit'll go cool, put my soul on the Pro Tools When you change, they want the old you But when the money grow, you gotta grow too (Uh-huh) Stupid niggas pose for the feds watching they social (Stupid) Keep everything low, I'm just here to collect my total Snakes in the grass, I toe tag, lawn mow you We motioneers, post the weird niggas ain't nowhere close to (Fuck outta here) It's deep in the dirt, ten toes, and now I'm global We were starving, now the bowl full Homie, the dough rules Everything around me, everywhere from Detroit to Kings County Put so much work on the scale, the plug proud of me (Uh-huh) They doubted me, funny now I'm living out my wildest dreams Weighed all of my sins on a triple beam Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah) Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG (Skrrt) Keep the blicky with the laser beam Shit get real tricky if you play with me Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah) Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG (Skrrt) Keep the blicky with the laser beam Shit get real tricky if you play with me Uh, only money, pals arouse me Got it all out of Cuddy's now Stroud, a white girl hit like Ronda Rousey Pricks drop a lot of shit, but it's lousy They know the squad lit, so they imitating our sleaze (You niggas trash) But it's done poorly My shit raw like war report Fuck you thought? That's why they all applaud me We pour liquor on the floor for the Ganges Tryna open doors, had to get my palms on keys (Uh-huh) Took risks to speed in a luxury car seat (I did) It's sports entertainment, job, drugs, or the army Make a choice, the path I chose was unorthodox From drugs to being an author, why my thoughts can make enormous bops Put holes in my foes Buy poles and give a warning shot Cold heart under my clothes, still hold the door to cock But that's all it's getting, don't try to double back 'Cause I'm lit, corny bitch, you never saw the vision (Fuck outta here) Now worldwide they praise the God, this is our religion Go super hard, I could've been cornered off in a prison Instead, I'm running up the bread from New York to Lisbon She gave me head, and said her dreams came to fruition A witch bitch saw it all in a premonition Said I complete the mission and ball, no bullshit Uh-huh