[Intro]
Squad...
West get the money

[Verse 1: Gatsby]
I remember back in school, n***as thought I was a fool
For my snapping, but I just kept on rapping and now they think I'm cool
But fuck it, they say that the meek shall inherit the rule
They thought the real was drowning, but now I'm jumping in your pool
And girls jumping in my jeans but back in 06 man a bitch wouldn't let a toe tip
In my prescence now they wanna be my blessing like my palms clasping at you
That's the Sunday before Easter, Preacher get me a pilot
Or Ponticus, I'm flying high till I can't fucking function
Dropped outta college still kept my class
My ex dropped her new n***a but she still kept all that ass
And I'm still trying to get past on how my cousin passed
My past keeps the future a present, I just wrap the grass
Working my ass off at the bank, banking for these sessions
Trying not to hit the 8 ball, my verses be Sean Penning
No Carlito, Gatsby baby I'm just tryna find my way
No Pacino, but that green light at the dock like a brick of yay
Motherfuck what a fucking critic got to say
I said I was the truth and thats still to this day
And I'm out with my day 1 n***as, chase figures
We done outdid them other n***as, fuck them other n***as
Dropped the hottest shit yeah I did that, n***a dig that
Where your fucking hit at I split that then flip that
Cause tryna be the best sound outta Tampa like tryna to sell an insomniac a motherfucking dream, don't sleep
N***as talk about all the shit they bring to my table, but they got empty plates when they come thru, don't eat
Uh, cause whenever they cue percussion
If they talking who the best n***a I'm the discussion
Say you betta dog, I got a line for where your brain is
Put your best foot forward that's a trap like where your Cain is
You tripping n***a, I ask these n***as where they lane is
Then I come thru and bulldoze it n***a it's been over
N***a you been bogus n***a I been focus
Window of opportunity for you man that been closing
Then I come thru and burn the house down, bow down
N***as talk bout they squad now get down, lay down
Cause I done worked thru so much trouble
That when champagnes around I learned to prefer the bubbles
I'm talking suit jackets, ascots and investments
The music shit is just the last piece of the puzzle
I did this shit effortlessly but cats still slept on me
Thought I was falling off till I hit that brick wall
And woke up, guess nightmares wasn't sold separately
N***a ain't shit changed
Gon say the name and these bitches still scream hallelujah
Gatsby still spit flames
Illuminati chain gang that's that damn name, what's it to ya