Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yikes
I think we gon' call this yikes
A hundred percent of my time
Has been spent on my grind
I pretend that I'm fine
Cause I win every time
But within, I be lyin'
I be cryin', I be tryin'
Yes I be
Life be tryin', tryin' me
I be spyin', I can see
There's a tiny side of me
That can't help but be afraid
I'm not used to bein' payed
I'm not used to bein' saved
I'm just used to making do with all
The truth that I've been played with
Made it from the slave ships to A-list, amazing
Came from the basement
You claim streets, but I pave them with patience
Occasional apeshit, stay from the AK
But they pay to kill another 8K for eight-day of work (whoo)
And I know that's gotta hurt (whoo)
I should get commission, way I put you in a hearse (ay)
Hope I've been forgiven, been a minute since the church (ay)
I been dunkin' ushers, there's no limit to my worth (ay)
Never went to college, but my knowledge is in first place
The worst case for you
Attaboy, we know
Black boy cheat code
Know the cops are watching like my product is illegal
It's all about the timing
I already lined the sequel with a sequel
And it's equal just to prove that we ain't equal
I ain't evil just Knievel with the way I stunt
Nigga, you don't want the smoke
(Damn, that came out blunt)
But I mean it, I got a whole new demeanor
R.I.P Tommy, but me and my girl the Martin and Gina
Part of the reason these niggas don't say "what up" when they see us
Cause we a grievous, egregious, they need us, a genius
Nobody competin', nigga
Icon status, something like I'm Jaden
But my Smith a lil' more like Wesson
Took your boo straight to the Westin
Claim that shit like Old West Texans
Don't pick up, make shorty text it
You want beef but can't digest it
This Tyrannosaurus rex'll make you freeze when you in public
I would rather not discuss it, I might pull up on your cousin
Turn his Stussy to some stuffing
Prove you're soft as a McMuffin
Drop down on you like Miss Muffet
Shoot you right up off your tuffet
Lilly made this shit the toughest
Money dance like Warren Buffett
Strut right up and dunk a ducat
Call my bank a KFC 'cause I get money by the bucket
It's my destiny to pop, bitch
You're my child, LeToya Luckett
This my motherfuckin' house
I have it out, no need to tuck it
I am not nothing to fuck with
Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
I might air this whole saloon out
Rated to the way I buss it
Microchip your fiancée
Like orange soda, I might Crush it
If you really want the smoke
I'll turn to Wolsey, homie, trust it (yeah)