Late night, yeah
Had to catch a flight, yeah
Yuh
Move my pen swiftly, make hits like I'm Ken Griffey
Got my mind on Cloud 9, but I got me a town with me
I move the same, whether I'm dolo or man with me
Had to cut a couple off 'cause their energy been shifty
My shorty on the East, she look like she came from Malibu (Malibu)
Barbie chick, hardly rich but got the attitude
We been goin' up, yeah it's poppin' from the altitude
Goin' crunching numbers just to see what I'm amounting to
What I'm 'bout to do will have them up in the feels
Four-wheel drive bitch
The house is up in the hills
With somethin' to kill, so play a beat and let me just spill
Shit I'm just tryin' to get poppin' without poppin' no pills
I'm sick of all these lame faces, so sloppy with the pen game
I sleep with one eye open, like my name Kakashi Sensei
So if you send a contract, insult me with a ten-day
I'm a franchise player, every drop is caliente (fire)
Late night, catch a flight to California
This life, something different, tried to warn ya
You ain't talkin' money its no wonder I ignored ya
Now they cuttin' checks 'cause I ain't ever cut a corner
Catch a vibe
Catch a flight
Catch these hands, it's on sight, yeah
Need me couple thousand just to show up for the night, yeah
If they don't wanna listen to me, baby, that's alright yeah
Told her that's my life, yeah, yeah, yeah
We catchin' feels while we go catch a flight
It's like they say they hungry, but got no appetite
I might just have to show them why I hold braggin' rights
Maybe, finally, they'll start actin' right
Calamari, out in California, future lookin' gorgeous
Castle walls crumble, so I had to build a fortress
You wanna walk out of my life, I'll show you where the door is
Just get in my way, you'll catch this stiff arm like rigor mortis
The industry is you, I feel like king of the jungle
I'm not sayin' that I'm perfect, in the ring I might stumble
But when my back's against the ropes, then Imma swing 'til they humble
Underneath their breath, I still hear them mumble
Reach out to younger me, the troubled teen who always thought he could
The kid who had more drive than what's inside the Maserati hood
Make a bag and take it back to all my people, yeah, I probably should
Take a look around, welcome to Hollywood
Late night, catch a flight to California
This life, something different, tried to warn ya
You ain't talkin' money its no wonder I ignored ya
Now they cuttin' checks 'cause I ain't ever cut a corner
Catch a vibe
Catch a flight
Catch these hands, it's on sight, yeah
Need me couple thousand just to show up for the night, yeah
If they don't wanna listen to me, baby, that's alright yeah
Told her that's my life, yeah, yeah, yeah