歌词
Don't you ever question my greatness
Come see the legacy this legend creating
Testing my patience,
Your label gon' have to check for replacements
The reef a call away,
I bring it out on special occasions
Motha's onto me
Used to hide my work next to the vases
Nightmares haunting me
Feeling like the last breath I was taking
God was warning me
Now every morning I'm checking for faces
Now that I get paid to party,
I show up and bring my army
Better off safe than sorry,
I'm never gonna play safaree
LA nights boogie had the Lambo, I played the 'Rari
Selling white and I ain't tell 'em a word
When they came and charged me
I never worked a *******ft,
I got it from the first to fifth (I got it)
I had to learn the tricks
Like stuff the bags and burn the tips
Christmas time I couldn't tell my daughter
I ain't earned a cent
I had to hit the curb and pitch,
I leave and I return with gifts
Made decisions to keep my momma with a place to live
And stayed up wi*******ng that
She never seen them dinner plates was missing
Where I'm from the young wild *****s just hate to listen
Cause the old heads before us showed us
How to make a difference
I feel upset, my killers check whoever's sending threats
You still in debt, got plenty checks
And I ain't get to spend 'em yet
Nothing in direct,
I'm still a living legend in the flesh
I remember deaths I couldn't cope but dog I'm still a mess
******* left and I wish 'em best
I know she feel depressed
You the one it should effect
Your loyalty was just a test
*******! Don, *******!
Back to the future how I hit 'em with the flows
This coop isn't born, you need nine months to grow
Marty McFly like I'm nineteen years old
I'm Marty McPie sell 'em thousand dollars an O
Yellow gold, keep it classic
Big money been around, push weight Jurassic
Send your ******* to Aspen for her b-day
Send your younger ******* to Coachella for bout three days
Same circle pass each other like a relay
You live in, I land on, difference between our PJ's
*****s still making albums using label budgets
I get it out the streets before the label touch it
Take two years and tell the label ***** it
My kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzing
Never wore all saints, retired Balmain
Ball players turn them *******ts into a mall thing
Showroom shop, the clerk is scrambling
JW Anderson, I'm the manikin
You hybridge *****s done made me fans again
And Don Q got y'all panicking
Push
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