New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch Never had to prove that I need minutes Player turned to coach, I'm Derek Fisher Almost caught a charge but I didn't White bitch on my arm, like Brooklinen Pull up on a nikka like Klay I go hard no brakes And I'm well connected like the interstates Throw the hands like Tekken if you feel a way Phases with my women like they condiments Always in good faith like I was Protestant Problems with commitment since my momma left This my callin' Money all in If it ain't up to me I don't want it If we ain't talkin green You could pause it My nikkas from the streets We don't gossip End up in the dirt Or a dog pen So I shoot my shot Like the Rockets New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch I remember them days as a sperm Chasing that egg and getting that Omlet I thought I had I died I hid in a tomb I had a rebirth Like a cocoon ugh But I was stuck in a womb At first it was cool Then I get I got big I needed more room Hatching out Lashing out 28 Large amounts (Ugh) I shit on the world and lower my pants I'm washing my hands in the all of the oceans I follow the notions With gas from the stars I use as some lotion I'm stuck in the jungle My life is jumanji I'm jumping no bungie I'm cutting the cord A piece of my mind you can never afford I'm moving accord I'm buying a Bentley not buying a Ford New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch New chain New fit New drip Same gang New wrist New bitch