[Verse 1]
Finally got a piece of the profit
Wine and cheese in the seat by the cockpit
I ain't mean for your bitch to be watchin'
I am me, she kept eyein' me
Everyday we just makin' deep profits
Money long, I'm gon' need some deep pockets
Hands are to the ceiling when I'm in the building
How you make a living, hmm?
Lately never chillin', mind is on a million things I gotta do
Ladies want me, when there no time for chillin' no time for you
I've been on a different type of time
I never liked to rest, a different type of grind
I'm on South Beach like Tony Montan'
Feelin' like the whole world is mine
And I sit back, let your mind run
No man knows when his time gone come
Every action, think about the outcome
'Cause I never outrun no bullet from a gun
Don't ask Malcolm, ask how come?
Ask any real nigga really 'bout some
When you in the field, nigga don't play dumb
Better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview
Know a couple niggas in the ville will kill you
Run up in your hands in the wheel and air you out
Never give a fuck, never hear you out
News clip poppin' up about you whereabouts
You don't really want the war so don't go there
Got my middle fingers up in my underwear
When I'm fuckin' the world on some G shit
With the waviest flow, make you seasick
Hope you can swim in the rhythm I'm deliverin'
She drown, I'm tellin' her to get a friend
White girls and they love me for my melanin
Kiss me all over my brown skin
I got the soul of a black king
It takes control when I'm rapping
Let the bitch unload like a MAC-10
Drrtt! Drrtt!—that's all that happened
Finally got a piece of the profit
Wine and cheese in the seat by the cockpit
I ain't mean for your bitch to be watchin'
I am me, she kept eyein' me
Everyday we just makin' deep profits
Money long, I'm gon' need some deep pockets
Hands are to the ceiling when I'm in the building
How you make a living, hmm?
Lately never chillin', mind is on a million things I gotta do
Ladies want me, when there no time for chillin' no time for you
I've been on a different type of time
I never liked to rest, a different type of grind
I'm on South Beach like Tony Montan'
Feelin' like the whole world is mine
And I sit back, let your mind run
No man knows when his time gone come
Every action, think about the outcome
'Cause I never outrun no bullet from a gun
Don't ask Malcolm, ask how come?
Ask any real nigga really 'bout some
When you in the field, nigga don't play dumb
Better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview
Know a couple niggas in the ville will kill you
Run up in your hands in the wheel and air you out
Never give a fuck, never hear you out
News clip poppin' up about you whereabouts
You don't really want the war so don't go there
Got my middle fingers up in my underwear
When I'm fuckin' the world on some G shit
With the waviest flow, make you seasick
Hope you can swim in the rhythm I'm deliverin'
She drown, I'm tellin' her to get a friend
White girls and they love me for my melanin
Kiss me all over my brown skin
I got the soul of a black king
It takes control when I'm rapping
Let the bitch unload like a MAC-10
Drrtt! Drrtt!—that's all that happened
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