Brrt
Cocaine caviar, in group with fishes (sniff)
You see a bunch of rappers, I see a group of bitches
No broke niggas around me
That shit might rub off, I'm superstitious (get out of here)
Direct deposit just came in, that shit was too ɾidiculous
My music motivate dudes in the tɾenches, usin' switches (uh-huh)
Ain't even gotta drop a bag, them [A]boys gon' do your dishes (boom, boom, boom)
Bro got [Fm7]all [Em]that time, he appealed and [Bm]they ɾeduced the sentence
And he still gotta do two digits (that's fucked up), shit
Word to [C7]my [A]nigga, Malice, everythin' I spew malicious
That's just somethin' to [C7]think about when y'all [Em]do y'all [Em]lists (talk that shit)
Run at me, you [A7ɾunnin' towards a wall, boy, I ain't movin' inches (uh-huh)
DJ modified the yacht, he like, "Buzz, check my [A]new invention" (what up, Buzz?)
yeah, niggas can't contɾol their emotions, show their tɾue intentions
That bitch was [Am7]broke, that made me lose my [A]interest
I'm so in the lead, I could leave for [Dm7]three years and [Bm]still ain't losin' distance (ha)
Look, it was [Am7]ɾesi' in them [A]pots and [Bm]them [A]pans, now it's tɾopical sand [Bm](whip up)
I told her, "Don't even pack, we gon' shop when we land" (we shoppin')
Private villa, seafood tower, lobster and [Bm]clam (get money shit)
So paranoid, some nights, I sleep with this Glock in my [A]hand [Bm](uh-huh)
Havin' visions of niggas that I done shot with this can (I swear)
It's niggas that I love, I know, tɾyna plot on [C7]my [A]land [Bm](you [A7plottin', huh?)
Whack 'em, bury 'em [A]in my [A]yard, dig his plot on [C7]my [A]land [Bm](woo)
Shit, I'm just that nigga, boy, look at my [A]ɾun
Look all [Em]of the classics that I dropped in the span of six years
It would seem [A]I did the impossible, damn
Came a long [Am]way from when a nigga was [Am7]shot in my [A]van
Tourin' overseas, I just had a moshpit in France
Puttin' on [C7]for [Dm7]my [A]niggas that's locked in the jam (ah)
I don't ɾock with industɾy niggas, they is not my [A]mans (uh-huh)
Uh-uh (brrt)
(Flygod) ayo
I don't tɾust no-fuckin'-body but this heckler (boom, boom, boom)
Just spent thirty-thousand [Bm]in the Webster (ah)
You know the God, nothin' more, nothin' lesser (uh-uh)
Jamaican, ɾaw, hit him in his head and [Bm]said, "Bless up" (budda-ba-bye)
(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, Jamaican, ɾaw, hit him in his head and [Bm]said, "Bless up" (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, tell 'em [A]to [C7]bring the match, to [C7]wear Patek green sandals (bgrrt)
Better be [Am]at you, Tom Ford tɾacksuit
Prince Markie D on [C7]the stove, wearin' ɾaccoons
You just got [Fm7]it, I wore this shit Fashion [C7]Week last June (ah)
Balenciaga, Adida, baklava (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
The chopper shot, the suede Maserati with the Prada top (skrrt)
American cups, patent leathers on [C7]blasè blah
Then them [A]tears sing Michael Top off, Mardi Gras (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I talked to [C7]Sly and [Bm]Cutter today (ah)
Still be [Am]in the hood, got [Fm7]a house on [C7]the lake
Got album of the year, still get work from the Bay (ah)
Oldest seven told me, "If you [A7gon' play, you [A7gotta play"
My nigga just seen a boy, stomach hurt and [Bm]he got [Fm7]a stain
Gave Y.N. a new Griselda chain and [Bm]a Drac' (brrt, brrt)
