(1209)
(Got a 30 on my seat, uh)
I miss you more than ever, pictures ain't doin' no justice
They say I lost a friend and I told 'em I lost a brother
Told 'em I lost a cousin, told 'em I lost a uncle
Ma, it's hard to cope, but fuck it, I'm gettin' money
I lost five homies, they lost ten
So even though you cryin', ma, it is what it is
Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all
Real niggas winnin', know you proud of little Aus
Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger
Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga
Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryna spin
Gee, you gotta make niggas
I put the drank down, back totin' blicks
Know I'm ridin' with you, brother, on the strength
If one of mines get killed on the 9th
Five of yours gettin' killed on the 10th
And I ain't into shit, just a nigga with a blitz package
Say he took something from me, you niggas big cappin'
After all this shit, you really think I'm still trappin'?
(What?)
Made three million every month, l damn near quit rappin', on God (yeah)
I heard the bricks goin' up, I'm tryna grab some (for real)
Hood rich nigga, Cartier Crash arm
If she ain't good at suckin' dick, I gotta pass on her (skrrt)
I ride Cadillacs, the bulletproof, the fast ones (skrrt)
Niggas think they got a wave, but it won't last long (no)
I be in the kitchen, cookin' with my mask on
Sellin' pounds, gettin' it down, it was my platform
If I don't know nothin', I know how to get a bag gone
I give brodie all the lows, he runnin' through those
I got twenty girlfriends, livin' like Pluto (yeah, yeah)
Double Patek duo in honor of my two homies, I miss y'all
I sent that cash up, they spent, dog
First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dog (get the big jaunt)
If a nigga who ever told call my phone, that's a missed call (that's a missed call)
Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw (then she hit)
I'm on the chase, parking lot, pourin' syrup, havin' withdrawals (yeah)
Had a X-ray today, I put a skeleton on two arms
Slime a nigga quick, wipe his nose like a newborn
Spin him, if he live, catch up with him when he discharge
Won't catch a nigga sayin': No Diddy, that's for lil' boys (woah)
Count this paper in a penthouse with a Rubi Rose
I like hoes and I like money, but I can't bend or fold
Me and bronem handle business like the Sinaloa
Send the paper, send the addy, I'ma send a load
Niggas live inside their studio they whole life
And I ain't never go to practice, I'm like Allen Iverson
And all they bitches wanna fuck me, that's why they don't like me
I lost five homies, they lost ten
So even though you cryin', ma, it is what it is
Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all
Real niggas winnin', know you proud of little Aus
Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger
Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga
Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryna spin
Gee, you gotta make niggas
I lost five
