(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Uh, tss, uh, uh, mm
Tss, tss
Uh, uh
Mm, mm, mm
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charger (Okay)
Young and richest, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist
Uh, me and Bagg had our disagreements, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, I can never half talk about you, nigga, you've helped out my whole family (I love you)
You pussies doin' all that talkin', when the Fox catch you, strip your ass naked (On Zai)
These niggas want my spot, but God already called and told me I'm destined (Huh)
All that police games, Beyblade chain the fakest, I got bust, so when he catch it (Uh, uh)
Ayy, man, nigga ain't goin' for none of that nice-ass shit, man
Took a lot of mud and blood to be in this shit, no more accidents around this shit
Nigga, no more new faces around this shit, nigga
And if this shit go down the drain, nigga, it's gon' be 'cause of me, nigga, or a Fox or Loaf
A fuck nigga ain't gon' be the reason
I sat in the cold for this shit (Huh)
I sold a lot of 'bows for this shit
Nigga, I sat up in the cold for this shit
Mama ain't have a home 'fore this shit (Keep goin')
Back then, I couldn't even borrow, niggas ain't give me nothin' to hold but my dick
Now look how them tables turned, M's droppin'
Driveway full of shit
BD, pass me the Lamb' key
Shit, which one?
It ain't shit but the Demon and the jailbreak
Huh
And Zai on my mind while I sit here and pour up a pint
Uh, and they say "Hey Cavon" every time I walk in the bank, yeah
I guess they thought it was over (How come?)
The Maybach came with a chauffer (Alright, then)
Kept it goin' like a hoverboard, guess some bitches thought I lost the charger (Okay)
Young and richest, it's hard to maintain a label when you still an artist
Uh, me and Bagg had our disagreements, man, this shit back larger and larger
Nigga, my mama smilin' every day, I'll take a nigga life to keep her face like that
Bruh and them catchin' charges every day, I got M's, nigga, that's how he beat that case like that
Paid-up lawyers, that's how we do it
Made-up stories, that's how they do it
I don't give a fuck bout no blogs, whoever the fuck behind that page huh, you get the picture
"Fatt, what you on? Blitzing
Why they tryna get off? Why they dissing?
I just talked to Mama Fox, she said, "If you ain't smart with that shit, you ain't my children"
Huh, Zai only thing I'm missing
Huh, I'm too rich to go against it
So it's vaca' to the 'Iami, yacht parties, Z's hang shit with the fishes (Zzz)
I can park a Rolls in my kitchen (Pussy)
Balenci' boots, I ain't tripping
Uh, I just talked to 5 (What he say?), bout my name, nothin' but hissing
I'm playin' with cheese I ain't never seen, mad they killed my man, he can't enjoy it with me (Uh)
Told God, I'ma work the backseat while You keep on steering"
Amen
Uh Huh Amen
Uh
