We On '22

You can find me in the Wood if you lookin' for me

Drop the top when the sun set, then hop in the private jet, and no I ain't done yet

Because I be on

I be driving foreign cars, pulling foreign broads and I'm shining dawg

Because I be on

Pull up to the SLS, my homies is from the West

Diamonds all on my chest

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Bumping OutKast, I just made 3k

Sipping Cuveé rose with OJ

Now I'm westside riding with a gang of cheese

Got an army jacket on but I don't fatigue

Lil mama got yams I'm thankful

So I'm knowing why these gurbs so hateful

Keep it cool as fan, I'm the one with the plan

Roll deep with the homies like an all black clan

Check my dividends I been paid

My mind is on tryna take a flight out to Biscayne

And making shit hot like a box of raising canes

Homie I'm a P ain't no need for no suit and cane

Flyer than the highest residence of David Blaine

The flow deeper than it look, please don't hydroplane

Bet this shit knock, I know you feelin' that migraine

And bet I get it poppin' like the Glocks from Max Payne, ****

Drop the top when the sun set, then hop in the private jet, and no I ain't done yet

Because I be on

I be driving foreign cars, pulling foreign broads and I'm shining dawg

Because I be on

Pull up to the SLS, my homies is from the West

Diamonds all on my chest

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Stop it, I'm on my Trae Young tip

Ball out til they come and hit the kill switch

Now its game time I'm bout to handle business

And have these lame rappers go sleeping with the fishes

Dismissed

I'm a shark scaring off schools of fishes

I'm no genie but she asking me for wishes

Pointing out designer clothes like "can you get this?"

I see you **** hypebeast, I actually wear what I want

You **** scamming just to spend it on jacket and flaunt

But I go get the duffle, flip it like Simone Biles

And keep it flowing way longer than the River Nile

Y'all better not start with me

No K. Dot and Dr. Dre but I got the recipe

If you ain't feeling me you must be on amphetamines

Or some of that high octane sticky tree

Please don't test me

Drop the top when the sun set, then hop in the private jet, and no I ain't done yet

Because I be on

I be driving foreign cars, pulling foreign broads and I'm shining dawg

Because I be on

Pull up to the SLS, my homies is from the West

Diamonds all on my chest

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Tell 'em we on

Sipping champagne in my Karl Kani

Moving in crimson red, it ain't no roll tide

Cream whip, burgundy guts, call it a wine floater

2 seater wit it you would think I was a loner

Weight on my shoulders but I'ma move it like squat

Issa marathon so I can't stop

Till you see the casket drop, and I put that on my bro

Only hue that I see is all green so I go ****

I'm used to stacking my chips against the odds

Now I see hating faces from the past giving me head nods

And play me in they air pods, now ain't that a switch up

Make a **** sick in my gut I feel a hiccup

So I don't got time for a gurb acting stuck up

If you don't play your cards right you won't luck up

Giannis when it comes to balling, yeah I got my Bucks up

The money too loud stupid, you can shut the fuck up

It's not a game, I don't do this for the fame

Please don't come for my name

Please don't reach for my chain

Put Os on ya back like Dame

But know that its not a game

Y'all be moving shady, why I stopped wearing most of my chains

Had to take a breather kuz ya boy gassing

Used to make plays with **** always causing static

Now I get why Kobe Bean hardly ever passed it

You **** dropping money bags over egos

All I ever did was build my block up like Legos

All I ever did was spit heat rocks from my soul

But for some reason they don't understand me though

Life of an Inglewood champ

Status like envelopes you know I got my stamp

Don't care if you throw me shade, I'm brighter than ya lamp

Disable you haters and then order you all ramps

When fall thru di place di gyal pants go damp

Feel me? I really hope you feel me

I hope my generation will continue Nip's legacy

Spitting from my soul till my voice goes horse

Young Pres. ain't the plug kuz I been the power source

Inglewood