[Production by Roc Marciano]
[Chorus]
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
[Verse 1]
I'm back for the crown baby
In a Avi that’s brown like gravy
Styles is wavy, lazy eye, Tracy McGrady
Deliver like a 80 pound baby
I’m a horse, you a rodent
I let off MACs; you crap in your clothing
Golden moments, Rolls Royce driver named Coleman
45 watch game frozen
Stay at the dip, mad salty like a potato chip
You know the routine, I’m out to break a bitch
Over the stove with the baker's mitts
I’m still on that gangsta shit
Burning that dour, European footwear
I’m coming off a real good year
Kush in the air
Yeah, them niggas like books, look square
I swear they don’t even got hood flair
I’m a natural, you little rascal
Homo swag, I wouldn’t put it past you
Change is invested, faith’s tested
I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast
My thoughts is pull torches left corpses
My chariot pulled by horses
Uh, y'all doo-doo, I’ll sock it to you
Pierce your rib with the spear like Shaka Zulu
Cops pursue you, when you got pies like Lulu
Control a whore’s mind like voodoo
Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveway
Ménage à trois on Fridays
Peel bills consistent
And just to think; I willed this into existence
Memories of being broke are now distant
I insisted biscuits
For all that I did to get rich then
I hope within you forgive the kid like a Christian
To get rich then, I hope within
You forgive the kid like a...
[Chorus]
From a tre to an eighth
From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
From a K to the grey, 45 all black
All black 45, from a TEC to a MAC
[Verse 1]
I'm back for the crown baby
In a Avi that’s brown like gravy
Styles is wavy, lazy eye, Tracy McGrady
Deliver like a 80 pound baby
I’m a horse, you a rodent
I let off MACs; you crap in your clothing
Golden moments, Rolls Royce driver named Coleman
45 watch game frozen
Stay at the dip, mad salty like a potato chip
You know the routine, I’m out to break a bitch
Over the stove with the baker's mitts
I’m still on that gangsta shit
Burning that dour, European footwear
I’m coming off a real good year
Kush in the air
Yeah, them niggas like books, look square
I swear they don’t even got hood flair
I’m a natural, you little rascal
Homo swag, I wouldn’t put it past you
Change is invested, faith’s tested
I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast
My thoughts is pull torches left corpses
My chariot pulled by horses
Uh, y'all doo-doo, I’ll sock it to you
Pierce your rib with the spear like Shaka Zulu
Cops pursue you, when you got pies like Lulu
Control a whore’s mind like voodoo
Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveway
Ménage à trois on Fridays
Peel bills consistent
And just to think; I willed this into existence
Memories of being broke are now distant
I insisted biscuits
For all that I did to get rich then
I hope within you forgive the kid like a Christian
To get rich then, I hope within
You forgive the kid like a...
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