I gotta come wid different plans I ain't boy no more, machine I got up in my hand it ain't a toy no more, I pay for quality an that's why every points so raw, I'll make a 50 out dat T before they spoil that door, then hit another location, for the papes I'm impatient, all she want is baecations, i can't leave my place vacant, know these funny niggas stay hating; let em step they'll think I work for local council how I leave estates painted, know my face bait I'm making sure I skate straight, plug prays I stay safe cause I ain't ever paid late, hit the block an maintain was broke I had to make plays, I won't take you out this watch is all I know bout day dates, my reload gained weight but made me think I need to leave the streets, I can't be arsed wid chasing niggas down for little nina ps, gotta make it happen an the only ways feed the fiends, know they want me lackin so the only ways to keep a heat, busy so I g2g, flying flizzy p4p, mixing all my L wid V's, an coppin all these bells an sweets, different from da rest so I don't question what she see in me, my old b*****s hate it now they hear me on the bbc, but said way they can brag an say they f**ked with me, fly it whole or flood da streets I'm like it's really up to me, my n*gga ran it red but shit it landed him in custody, took it on da chin at least you're good my n*gga f**k da p, real n*gga, steel gripper, different kinda bag I need da deal bigger, hand dem all da s**ke an make a youngen come an deal wid ya, gettin to the paper only make dese n*ggas feel bitter, there angry cah I'm teefin boo's like I'm tryna steal liquor, u really be outside then you don't wanna live this life, choose one rap or road; I ain't even thinking twice, still it's hard cah I can't leave these 5 figure flips behind, like skrapz cah I got some nines wimme in the ride, der cappin all I hear is lies when these n*ggas rhyme, either rappin or I got a pie that I'm tryna fly, dargs tapped got a mappa on his leg; an tryna slide, dey can say they've seen a hunnad but can't put it on their life, hit da block wid 3 5's ever since I been nice, gang said at least try tryna push me to this model bag, ima street n*gga but they're screaming nutn's wrong with that, my face in every underground I'm paro when I'm shottin packs, aint hands off i gotta check it beats right, stay up in the studio I gotta check the beats right, test protection you know I gotta check it beats right, rocking wid them lame niggas you know I won't beat right, if alla them are balanced I can prolly sleep tight, never show a weakness you know what the streets like, I ain't wid the speaking rather let them teeth bite, got a spot full of shells I call it da seaside, I need to balance told my b***h I need time, everything I raps factual no fibbers, I got packs for low figures, I like my b***h natural no fillers, too paro to be out and relax wid no triggers, thas just a lil disclaimer for the yutes that wanna act, took a break and ever since I been abusive in the trap, they just say they're getting money I got proof that I can back, spent a 20 in Dubai just on the Urus that I crashed