@ THE DOUBLE TREE

Paid off a vacant spot, bitch, call me Bartle Bee,

Auntie seen that Glock, damn, nephew, you just startled me

Jugg some dirty racks, clean it up, buy some sparkly things

Easy racks too sweet, probably make it off the harder things

My bitch ain't got a B, but I got some Sean Carter Dreams

Lost brody to the street, that shit crazy, lost a part of me

Show yo hand you through, give a fuck about your apology

Sinnin' all week, prayin', readin' Deuteronomy

Shit been gettin' real, favorite rappers start to follow me

Knew I was the one, whole fam, they could call on me

Fuckin' all the hoes that was playin', used to stall on me

Fifteen bands on jacks, unky thinkin' I sold a quarter key

**** who report on me, ain't fuckin' with the poorer me

I Took the plug spot, cause that **** tried shortin' me

Think I'm Calvin Cambridge, laced my sneaks and got to Dunkin Things

**** broke as hell, talkin' shit,

Ain't ain't got a buck or three

Fuckin' all the freaks with my bitch, I shine publicly

When I ain't have a dime, the same bitches wouldn't fuck with me

Dick suckin' yo whole life, I passed em up in like a month or three

Searchin' for a plug, looked in the mirror he was in front of me

Twenty in a week, type of shit I got in front of me

Dreamin' ain't enough, I'ma make it where I wanna be

Rancho Cucamonga, Uncle Elroy smokin' Thunder Weed

Bunch of free ass Rooms hit his bitch inside the double tree