(Chorus)

[Verse 1]
I'm in the spot gettin' a massage, while the profit rise
He thought he shopped direct, I ain't alerted till you cop like 5
Me & the guys finally cracked the code
Bad b*tch, know to keep the Clicquot Cold, while I work the stove
I'm down to road to get my country cousins trap jumpin'
The illest n**ga who never sat or had to clap sum'
Still I paxson', for the bulls**t my city drug religious
I'm tossin' grams from the bull pit
Pray I beat the blitz
Nah forreal, cuz with a sack it made it easy to Mack, just like Khalil
I put my best weight forward
So smokers could enjoy it
Going through to Fedex Field, when numbers was Clinton Portis
What's Important?
The money or the freedom, anotha ni**a raising your kids
Cause you can't afford to teach em'
Another season
Running base & pitching no hitters
Percy Miller must been my plug
Cause he ain't give me no limit
My dawg, caught a sentence, but it ain't touch his spirit
We come from families built off hustle, so certain sh*t you just inherit
A mill or better, that's apparent
This Balmain straight from Paris
This shit here get costly fella
Tuscan leather got her in two technique in my Chevy
She only know me as Sincere & what I did in Belly
[Verse 2]
I tried to leave the streets alone
I even washed my hands, it took everything in me not to serve a Mo*her F*ckin' gram
Now I'm back for one more ring, Coach Phil, my Last Dance
I need a band a plate
Before I call the grower, ni**as thought I had a Kirk Cousins out in Minnesota
Fella my numbers lower
Plus you ain't learn your lesson
Ni**as was Jameis in the clutch, just too much interceptions
Rental cars made me a legend
Never wit' child's play
Losing star players, left the hood wit a sour face
Seized boxes got me Ezekiel wit the ground game
Green Mountains
Got my steak with the salmon
Downtown wit a stallion who love urban
Hah!