This shit too easy for me now N*gga, Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a n*gga, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, n*ggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, n*ggas uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell n*ggas They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The n*gga that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya Check your genitalia, pussy-n*ggas bleedin' on yourself Fuckin' with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All yo' n*ggas eatin' off your wealth All my n*ggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve (uh) 'Cause they steady harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion My young n*ggas nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My n*ggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way (y'all way) We sendin''em y'all way (y'all way) That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here Killa, Harlem I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, n*gga Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your shit, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker Represent your clique, motherfucker If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club

Homer hangin' on my neck The bracelet matches the set My brother named his ting Nadal Let's stop all that back and forth over the net My mama wish I woulda went corporate She wish I woulda went exec' I still turn to a CEO So the lifestyle she respect Ayy, two Sprinters to Quebec Chérie, où est mon bec? They only givin' n*ggas plus ones So I never pull up to the Met You know I gotta bring the set You know I gotta bring the G-Block You know I gotta bring the D-Block 'Cause you know how sticky it get, ayy You know how sticky it get, ayy You know how sticky it get, ayy You know how sticky it get, ayy She want me to play with that cat, ayy She lovin' how I'm makin' her wet, ayy You know how sticky it get, ayy Ayo Eric, bring them girls to the stage 'Cause somebody's gettin' paid and Free Big Slime out the cage and Shawty try to play it cool but Now she wish she woulda stayed 'cause Every song that I made is Ringin' like I got engaged, yeah Love my guys, I wouldn't trade, ayy From the cradle to the grave, ayy Gordo got me on the wave, ayy Ant got me on the wave, ayy Couple hits, now you brave, what You n*ggas better behave, what All that pumpin' up your chest, what All that talk about the best, what You know how sticky it gets Yeah If I'm with two of 'em, then it's a threesome If she alone, you know she a freak one If it's a escort, it's a police one King of the hill, you know it's a steep one If we together, you know it's a brief one Back in the ocean you go, it's a It's a deep one Forgave niggas in they feelings Lucky for y'all, we don't do civilians You say I changed, I say that I million I did The toughest act to follow's back on tour Off-road Maybach, Pyrex trap Virgil came back through the boy, damn That's somethin' to me, niggas really had they back turned to me I ain't talkin' my assistant When I say n*ggas down to pack somethin' for me Then they thought they had the trap set for me How you really think that went for me? N*ggas gotta do a fact check for me When everything is put to rest And everybody takes a breath And everything gets addressed It's you alone with your regrets All that pumpin' up your chest All that talk about the best You know how sticky it gets Like, we weren't supposed to come up with something this clean You know it's, like, something happened

Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch Yeah, duh, hol' up, blood, hol' up, cuh, hol' up, sis, huh (hol' up) LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC) Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh Had to tell my grandma, "Sit back, relax, and shit, " huh (make n*gga) Make a n*gga buy her house and car, she's off the list, huh Fake n*gga, talking 'bout he rich, but barely is, huh Eight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah) Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah) Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah) Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huh I don't need your import, get your two cents off my pic', huh Generation money, type of money dyin' rich And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I flex, " woah Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go) Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One) I'm sick of you n*ggas not taking no risks I'm taking avenge and taking my course (Kill 'em) I cannot compete with the mud in my system My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force I protect, I am the one I rose and fold the score I gotta let my ego go You n*gga not ready to settle the war (Yeah) You n*ggas not ready to stop being hoes You n*ggas not ready to open the doors You n*ggas run in, take off with the jewelry You n*ggas not really the richest on Forbes You n*ggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices And instead, you're passing the torch And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery See me dancing on all of your corpses, go

Blessings on blessings on blessings Look at my life man that's lessons on lessons on lessons I treat the beat like its a reverend I tell the truth like, "Father forgive me, these are all my confessions" Man, this wasn't luck, it was destined I done lost homies who been with me since Ed, Edd, and Eddy Who flip like confetti and then when you back they back to call you "dog" That shit get get petty, bitch don't give no dap to me n*gga Funny thing about talkin' behind my back Is that it just keep comin' back to me n*gga Was off for a sec, now it's back to me n*gga You mad at me, this ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be This is that late night workin' after three Man, this why my old girl was mad at me This why I'm your majesty Man, the clique is the tightest, the pussy's the tightest The drinks are the coldest, the future the brightest The feat not divided, the love is divided And I just got it thank God that we got it, blessed I don't know what I would do without it Crew look like we robbed a bank, but all we make is deposits Your profit we profit, oh God way up I feel blessed My grandma just died, I'm the man of the house So every mornin' I'm up 'cause I can't let them down Always down for the cause, never down for the count I guess when your stars align you do like the solar system and plan it out So I'm goin' over time on the overtime Yeah I'm not invested but you can't attest it Million dollar goals, managed to manifest it The family never goin' anorexic I pay my mortgage and electric Never goin' under even with anesthetics At the top of the rap game and progressin' Check after check, checkin' off my check list Try and blow my cake just know that's a death wish No mistakes in life ever, it's only lessons Shit feel like Shaq and Penny got back together You tore the game apart who, put it back together?

Noddin' off the Percs, I swear I love it I'ma geek up, baby, tell me who doesn't No, don't lie about the money comin' in We see it all, yeah, you did not double (uh, uh) Fuck 12, yeah, we always in trouble Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, let's go Good college She got good brain, she got good knowledge (yeah) Yeah, close one eye, I'm illuminati (illuminati) We been movin' dope, movin' narcotics (yeah) Yeah, take a lot of Percs, I been out my body I take more Xans, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Pour another deuce, yeah, narcotics (narcotics) Bad bitches, yeah, and they all hotties (all hotties) Big bodies, hydraulics (hydraulics) Big Tonka, stretch 'em out Put 'em up, get 'em gone (yeah) Take a Perc (yeah), feelin' gone (yeah) Whole world gettin' smacked Yeah, y'all get smacked And the drank just like some craft (craft) We don't talk about it like that Big slow on prescription meds I just pulled up with the Christian, yes Told the bitch she get the new Hermès I don't know nobody, I'm stressed Four months I was on the X

My mama mad at me, I know I fucked up big My girl mad at me, I know I fucked up big What's love? I guess I'll never understand Every time I say I'm sorry, I do that shit again Check, check, check, I made a promise That I would never leave you stressed, I would be honest I should have never sent that text, I will be honest I'm sorry for the things I said, I will be honest Won't you think about you and I? Just grab my hand and look me in the eye But this ain't something you should decide This ain't something that you should decide Won't you think about you and I? Just grab my hand and look me in the eye But this ain't something you should decide This ain't something that you should decide

Sold dope all my life that still don't justify what I done sold Brodie on parole and still that n*gga ride wit his pole All that I been through I never testified never told I done robbed I done killed I done lied I done stole Seen some shit that make you lose yo lunch I couldn't hold my stomach At the crib pacin' back and forth cause I know they comin' Chain smoking, back to back blunts I'm a nervous wreck Strung out on the lean got me addicted to the percocets Not too much different from servin' fiends that I'm accustomed to Comin' through customs getting hassled by the constables Went off course some would say- one more time

Cold hearts and heated floors No parental guidance I just see divorce Therapy sessions, I'm in the waiting room, readin' Forbes Abandonment issues I'm gettin' treated for How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows? My son's gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road The cribs on his will like motor homes N*ggas love to try and test us like they know what we on Chubb's got the magazine covered like Rolling Stone 'Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin' stones Whenever you gettin' bigger, there's growin' pains I got enough pull to make the city start throwin' games I'm out here makin' a mockery I got my realtor out here playin' Monopoly How can I address you when you don't own property? They only finesse you when you don't move properly Destined for the win, but you don't get a prize out of me I'm destined for the top, but you can't get a rise out of me Seven-fifty for the round, canaries, and they glitterin' Man, you n*ggas drop trash, you littering I'm overdelivering to the point, it's belittling I mean, the PTSD is triggerin', the profit is sickenin' The stones is shimmerin', came from the north But I got hot as fuck, so ain't no shiverin', yeah Lucky me, people that don't fuck with me Are linkin' up with people that don't fuck with me to fuck with me This shit is gettin' ugly And every situation is transactional And every thing they sayin' is irrational And every way they movin' is promotional Everybody's actin' irreplaceable, it's like they ain't disposable My urges for revenge are uncontrollable I know we're gettin' older though Yeah But I gotta get a n*gga back for that, It's non-negotiable It's not even debatable I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable I blow a head up, it's an inflatable Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again Prayin' on my downfall don't make you religious, man All I hear is plug talk comin' from middlemen All I hear is tall tales comin' from little men When I say "Bitch", I'm very rarely referring to women Most of the bitches I know are n*ggas, they not even women I know that sounds like I'm being funny, I'm not even kidding Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it To be honest, y'all financial situations my biggest motivation And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin' Whips and chains like a dominatrix If I see ya, I'll spit in ya faces Daytonas with the green faces Kentucky Derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive Boxed at the Churchill Downs, that's motivation Yeah And shorty like, "You know that boy Jack is goin' places" I know Yeah