Mission Statement

Can someone tell that bitch, take her shoes off at the door?

When she walk all on my marble floor, I stunt like I'm supposed to

Black dreads hangin' off my ****, shouts to Noah

Walk inside my crib, see dough so thick she can't even fold

Tell me why your bitch keep patrollin' like she 5-0

Say that she my bitch, but that bitch ain't even side ho

She gon' keep on workin' it for Fargo till her thighs broke

I can't throw no Benjis if I ever see my side broke

Talk about your money, that's that shit that I don't gotta

Would talk about your bitch, but tell the truth, man, I forgot her

I'm smokin' on some potent shit that's loud as a whole choir

And I don't say shut up no more, I just tell a ho quiet

They know why, shit 'cause

I been with the killers talkin' dealers smoke

**** speakin' to you, but ain't really talkin'

Sittin' in the trap, eatin' cup of noodles

Higher than a ****, Andy Milonakis

**** used to get it by the 8-ball

Now, he tryna get it by the boat load

Condo sittin' out SoHo, smokin' on high grade

Sippin' on slow mo', ****, what's up?

And you always said I'd be the one

Said I'd be the one

Spendin' all my twenty-four to get it

Yeah, that's the mission

Yeah, that's the mission