You the best
No, you the best
(Come on P)
I, you are the best
Fuck it, I'ma let the benz park itself, nigga
Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga
I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga
I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help
I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth
I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
On this 24 hour drive, I gotta pray first
If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church
Anti, yeah, I'm on that drank, I got an attitude
Whеn birds fly, I can make them motherfuckеrs chirp too
I'm half-blind, boy, I'm like urkel with a big tooth
I'm that rap god, nigga, that'll strip you out your shit too
Huh, deadstock, put him in a box, knock him out his boots
Redeye, twelve o'clock flight, thousand fake blues
Mama told me, "Make that paper, nigga, don't let it make you"
Mama said, "Any nigga try to play you, send him to hesus"
Counted a quarter mil' with lil' Cali, that's my daughter, though
She said she feel just like her daddy with her rollie on
Trafficking, man I'm on my ninety-eighth rodeo
Huh, mannequin, man, I left thirty in the Louis store
Hundred on my head, that let me know you niggas real broke
Free world, 'posed to been dead, but you niggas choked
Fuck it, I'ma let the benz park itself, nigga
Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga
I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga
I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help
I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth
I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
On this 24 hour drive, I gotta pray first
If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church
Mob ties, bootleggin' dope, Bandman Capone
Allah, play me like a ho, that's where you gon' go
Tada, make 'em disappear like a fuckin' ghost
Drive-by, boy, we slam doors, what the fuck is those?
Shout out to my mexicans, nigga, for all this coke
Shout out to my africans for diggin' up all this gold
Titanic, man, I'm the nigga that crashed the boat
Below sea level with this yacht-master II on
These rap niggas really like my sons, I need a group home
Hundred packs in, sorry to my fans for no new songs
Bens Simmons, 25 P's of that window
Boy, all that cloudy-ass ice, you need a brillo
Boy, y'all niggas been hungry all y'all life, y'all some hippos
Uh, this year, I poured 49 pints like I'm in Frisco
Yeah, I'm still bustin' rhymes and makin' white flip more
Now I don't nickel and dime every 36 o's
Fuck it, I'ma let the benz park itself, nigga
Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga
I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga
I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help
I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth
I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse
On this 24 hour drive, I gotta pray first
If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church (come on P)
Nigga, talk that shit 'cause I
Nigga
Yeah, I talk that shit 'cause I