I try to be honest and keep it modest
But the longer that I live, it's becoming a harder process
I'm famous and so grown - my favorites the slow songs
Cause it just feels like heartbreak but they finish it so strong
In my own lane but I flirt with that fine line
The top my destination, high stepping like Primetime
My women; They get better with age, and I like fine wine
Had a couple crazies, that's worse than a ticking time bomb
I'm being me: as in random numbers be calling me
She be like "My friend used to talk to you!"
You stalking me
That's why I deal with people that's cut from the same cloth as me
Put that phone down and I'm asking "Like, what that offer be?"
Keep that money comin', bruh
Get it her on time
Stay away from suckas that be hatin' from behind
Lotta Baby Dames in the streets droppin' dimes
If that went above ya head, learn to read between the lines