Fuck! Fuckin' lawsuits nigga We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Pluto Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em DJ Khaled Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga I seen your comment on my way here I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga Bentyaga with the brain bust open That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar Load my gun cock it back then I push start I can't name how many times they tried to clone me I can't name all the names that tried to clone me This dirty money help me see the devil Sadity thots, know they ain't forever My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs Spent three hundred thousand or better that's on all the cars That Maybach park itself, nigga That range rover came with steps, nigga Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon He been .44'ing all year I put the Rollie on Trapping good all year put the Rollie on They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum Said a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah The Goyard looking like a graveyard Murder money, I'm in love with murder money Old friends of me turned into my enemy My money and fame changes niggas into enemies All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy Want to send a hit but too far in the industry I feel your energy I know you niggas envy me They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity With these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle Keep a Spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya I got my Memphis ten niggas waiting to jack ya I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya I got the clappers, finessers, and the trappers Before the rap shit, you gotta go dap 'em Don't forget to look a nigga when they after ya I told Future I can see the future Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you I know I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might shoot ya Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler (fuck 'em) I was selling keys to success I was coppin' keys outta Texas New Wraith with the stars in it New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it Real soldiers, young shooters put they heart in it They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin' Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast 'cause we ain't got no patience Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients And the fed's allegations have you pacin' Million dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful You tryna get that 100 mil I'mma race you Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga Billboard reporter "LA Reid just sign a trap nigga" New York Times read "Jay Z just signed a trap nigga" Kitchen like "it's Thursday, you heard?" Might bring it back nigga You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest Gotta be grateful I never break the promise I know my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault It's just my blessings called me But since they hatin' on an nigga I'mma keep ballin' And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin' If she ain't fuck the first night then she just miss her callin' Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face I'm all in Patek Philippe, the AP, 40 mil I’m all in Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin' I work so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands (like Future) I'm the king of the city my house Graceland No respect for rappers they respect the coke man That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga