This shit perfect timing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For real
True story
I'm just talkin' shit
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Look, look, look
Young shiner (shiner), body full of diamonds
The plug sent the pack, I'm like "That shit was perfect timing" (for real)
Bust AP, plain Richard Mille
Crib run like 20 mil', swear to God that bitch silly (on God)
'Tween me and you (what?), I can still get you a load (load)
Between me and you (what?), I be strapped at the shows
Between me and you, when I be talkin' to Hov
I be having flashbacks of me in front of a stove
That first million was challenging, I got that shit off the O's (white)
Second million was alright, I got that shit off the road (yeah)
Then that third and fourth (fourth) and that fifth and sixth (sixth)
Next thing you know, I'm at ten, I'm like, "It camе too quick" (ayy)
Quarter mil' in the hood, a nigga buyin' them sticks
Half a mil' to my man, hе's bendin', playin' with bricks
Bought a purse for a ho (ho), bought a house for my bitch (bitch)
Just got a 50 from Interscope, nigga, that was a lick
Moral of the story, I made it out, but I was still with the shits (still with the shits)
Moral of the story, you play with me, I'm divin' straight in your shit (straight in your shit)
More to the story, we ain't just rappin', we be thuggin' and shit (thuggin' and shit)
Moral of the story, we some gangsters and we havin' this shit (havin' this shit)
I gave my soul to the streets (ayy), and it came with a brick (came with a brick)
I can't see, I might miss, nine came with a switch (nine came with a switch)
They keep sayin', "You stiff," I'm just not as convinced (not as convinced)
Know my migonem sick, he raise the prices, I quit (yeah, yeah)
Get in the studio, have flashbacks of drivin' them 'bows (drivin' them 'bows)
All them extras gettin' fronted, the first hundred get sold (the first hundred get sold)
They caught the smoke and missed the smell, the shit right under they nose (shit right under they nose)
You better get off, knock your shit off, you slow uppin' your pole (bap, bap, bap)
It ain't gon' change, it's still the same thing (the same thing)
And I'm still trappin', gettin' active, and I gangbang
Soon as we find out where they hang, spin through like Beyblades (dive in)
2021, I got my gun, I ain't tryna catch a fade (ain't tryna fight)
I had my bae renew the rental car two extra days (two extra)
Probably got the drop, tryna send a opp up to a better place
Niggas know they hoes, you make a post whenever you feel a way
They want me yolked, still piecin' coke, back in my grittin' days
'Fore I go broke, I'ma mask up and take my biggest play
Moral of the story, I made it out, but I was still with the shits (still with the shits)
Moral of the story, you play with me, I'm divin' straight in your shit (divin' straight in your shit)
More to the story, we ain't just rappin', we be thuggin' and shit
Moral of the story, we some gangsters and we havin' this shit
And every day, I live my life by the street principles
Wow
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I don't make a decision
I-, I don't accept nothing that don't align with my principles and morals
I think that's how I got here because I were to lose some
Or not get some, if it's a sucker move (sucker move...)