[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Everybody don’t wanna ride with you but
When you lose
Nah fuck that
Once you cross the line gotta stay there
And when you see me in traffic
I try to be cool with n***as don’t wanna respect it
When you being humble and shit
Speak up when you talking about me
All that subliminal whispering mumbling and shit
I’m done with this shit
I’m sick of these n***as and bitches
Trying to focus on my ticket
I got hands I got guns
How you wanna get it
Please tied in the field
I got warfield
Nah
The fuck ion
I’m playing for keeps
If I want a n***a I’m laying for weeks
I’m laying for months
I’m in Cali with stallion wilding
I do this shit for the struggle

Christian Dior, Gucci, Louie and Fendi
I got place
No