[Chorus]
Huh, Trackhawk, burning the asphalt
Got a bad ass bitch with a cash walk
I'ma take over the Billboard
My fit so fresh, need a billboard
I'm a man, these niggas some little boys
Understand the shit that I did for you
(I did for you)
[Verse 1]
Put me on a cross for all the shit I did for you
I don't think I'm God, but I really live for you
I don't think I'm God, thankful for what he did for me
I've been gettin' rich, my mama said she see it on me
I've been gettin' rich, my partners said they see it on me
I've been gettin' rich, these bitches said they see it on me
If they with Lonely, then why I’m lonely?
I made another million, bought some fly shit, didn’t even post it
I’m with this fly ass bitch, shе look like she belong on a postеr
These niggas said they paid, but they posers
I been making my own damn way, bitch I’m focused
I been on my way, I ain’t lookin’ over my shoulder
It’s been 26 days, and for not one, I been sober
I got bands, no parade
I don’t drip no Alexander Wang
I spent a rack on my new shades
I got pants from a rave, diamonds dancin’, rave
Put my hands up, it’s gon’ blind you
I spent a nigga head on my chain
(Huh, aye, Look Killa)
Huh, Trackhawk, burning the asphalt
Got a bad ass bitch with a cash walk
I'ma take over the Billboard
My fit so fresh, need a billboard
I'm a man, these niggas some little boys
Understand the shit that I did for you
(I did for you)
[Verse 1]
Put me on a cross for all the shit I did for you
I don't think I'm God, but I really live for you
I don't think I'm God, thankful for what he did for me
I've been gettin' rich, my mama said she see it on me
I've been gettin' rich, my partners said they see it on me
I've been gettin' rich, these bitches said they see it on me
If they with Lonely, then why I’m lonely?
I made another million, bought some fly shit, didn’t even post it
I’m with this fly ass bitch, shе look like she belong on a postеr
These niggas said they paid, but they posers
I been making my own damn way, bitch I’m focused
I been on my way, I ain’t lookin’ over my shoulder
It’s been 26 days, and for not one, I been sober
I got bands, no parade
I don’t drip no Alexander Wang
I spent a rack on my new shades
I got pants from a rave, diamonds dancin’, rave
Put my hands up, it’s gon’ blind you
I spent a nigga head on my chain
(Huh, aye, Look Killa)
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