[Intro]
Aah, I don't wanna fight
Baby I'm just fine
I don't need you anymore
Man, n***a got 'em
I'ma tell all my lil' n***as, they got to level up
You know what I'm sayin'?
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

[Verse 1]
Billion dollar mind frame (Yeah), hunnid thousand chump change
Gunpowder on my sleeve (Sleeve) and I ain’t been to a gun range
All these diamonds real as me, they certified (Certified)
Ain’t ducking no problems, just identify (Identify)
All these bitches fuck with you, yeah, business-wise (Business-wise)
They say you pay good just to get inside
N***a, you a trick where I’m from
To a bitch, you a lick where I’m from
You can’t even visit where I’m from
Picture having five hunnid thousand on your arm
One-fifty on your chain, another seventy in your charm
Picture having switches on your gun
Once you pull that trigger, it’s a drum and can’t nobody run
Get away from it
Play with me, you got a date on it (For real)
I tell a bitch to wait on it, bitch, I ain’t your player homies
On another note, I just left The Hamptons
Landed in my city private, me and my accountants
Michael Rubin just inspired me (For real)
All white party, what’s the earning
That I thought getting a hunnid bricks was ill (Well, it is)
N***a a hunnid mill’ in the crib (Ugh), damn
[Verse 2]
This like ’96 off (96)
I used to have the money in the loft (In '06)
Housing bitches with the work, that was law
Worry when in one jump and I sold the sauce (Sold it raw)
And when you won, you don’t gotta say you a boss, n***a
It’s in your moves, never play to lose
I graduated streets and school
Clean look, college cut, half a ticket, I was moving smooth, n***a
Seen in you in my school, n***a
Ask my teachers ’bout me, this ain’t nothing new, n***a (Nothing new, n***a)
Most likely to succeed (I am)
First semester college, got a thousand pounds of weed
Yeah, I have more gas than Texaco
College dropout, I went to study business out in Mexico
You know, yeah, yeah, you know
But on another note, I landed in The Hamptons with a Draco
My mind fucked up, I gotta let these streets go
Emotions don’t feel safe, I don’t think so
I’d rather be prepared than not be ready
I come from a world where shit get deadly
Before I be a corpse, I’d be a celly (Yeah)
And I’d rather rot before I tell it (Tell it)
This no regular AP, this a skele’ (Skele')
Yeah, n***a, this the Holy Grail
Like Amazon Prime, I’ll send it through the mail
Zip so tight, you’d think you had no sense of smell
Street n***as sending rap money to the jails
If I win a award, tell BET I want a scale
I wanna represent the streets, I wanna represent them bells
I went platinum in that kitchen, bringing it down, watchin’ it gel
[Outro]
I’m with the Krafts in The Hamptons, what the hell (The hell)
Shit crazy
Anything possible n***a, you know what I’m sayin’
Real dope boy, n***a
And I just left The Hamptons