Who parked my Lambo up on the street
I make a living making bitches obsolete
Trip off the Quaaludes make my shit bleed
Fuck in the club, don't touch the Gucci
Fuck off the crib, I'm making this heat
I swear to god I'll mince you like meat
Shit's off the wall, I'm grinding my feet
I do not sway I judge on repeat
It's just
It's just not enough
This old shit
It's just not enough
I just want to feel
Like god would feel before his egodeath
Before I crash
Before I overdose
Before the story ends
The problem isn't me
The problem is life isn't free
I spend that green on repeat
Chain hangs loose
Down to my feet
Glock on my hip
Grills on my teeth
Word on the street
Don't mess with me
Fuck in the club
Sleep in the car
Fuck who you are
Bigsteppers step in the dark, and
Ah
This is what I wanted to be
This is what I wanted to be
This is what I wanted to be
This is what I wanted to be