Mauve jackets Crescent with the star patches Good lord, this the reason that the God snatched us I’m charging all taxes, I’m chasing Forbes chasing all action stood tall, I’m stacking up like four mattress I’m pau gasol actually it’s not fair This nigga Kayo walked into this bitch sat right in my chair He’s got ego, he’s the type to take the light and not share He’s a god but he the type to not respond to my prayers Thought I told yall sit tight and keep the summer right there Vision tunnel I swear Kayo humble I swear She’s fine but she gone have to leave her number right there Play it dummy I swear Just like mummy I swear Keep it under wraps I just ran my 100th lap Those ain’t Rolex diamonds wtf you done to that? And if the family fold up, I’ll have a son and run it back And he gone run it like his daddy if it have to come to that God damn I’m hardly ever outside, unless we talking ownership or house size See I was just a outlier God heard my outcries Ran through my insoles, from drenched clothes and temp jobs To steak and then french fries This how I repent God This how I make up for all my missteps I go to bat to get my girl back like she ain’t been left She’ll come around it’s not for me to fret I’m patient til the day that she gone need a check When misfortune strikes you look to me to step The album did 100 in a short while, the mixtape out sold in its fourth hour God got my collar in his force now Hand to hand like a bad child The days when I would act out I just had a dreamed that called for being an ass sometimes Cus niggas know the answer to the shit they ask sometimes And I broke my leg to give niggas my last sometimes But this the last sometime,