[Verse 1: Gatsby]

Me falling off imagine that
That's like Jesus Christ whipping crack picture that
And relax I'm as raw as whips taking licks off of Jesus back
Triple that we supreme no starter cap I holla facts
Project Pat how they wanna sit me next to triple six
But if the devil exist then God must too right ain't that some shit
And the book said that no weapon formed against me shall prosper
Who shot ya non nada I'm don dada
West Egg Illuminati my squad be intellectual mobstas
Lobbing steak and lobster at bitches you n***as wish would let you holla
You muthafuckas over there hakuta matata
The stampede will indeed impact ya squalor Patna
Please give up the mic
You respect yo life right
Well n***a I guess that's the price
Sacrifice
Make em
Expendable n***as bring knives to gun fights
Statham
Truth be told I do pity you n***as hating

[Hook]
West get the money

Cause yeen fucking with a king x4
Y'all n***as ain't
Yeen fucking with a king

[Verse 2: Gatsby]
And I put that on my momma them
If them n***as ain't on Mieux naw we don't fuck with them
You old n***as mad that your career ain't as bright
Zeros about to hit that dark thirty, that's Osama them
Hurt locker shit my accountant and me speak different languages
Buying tickets, your zen betta be yen if you wan kick it
Perfect timing fuck late
I'm in first place
Only thing coming before Gatsby is my bitch and award winning
Rims spinning windows tinted i'm living the cliche
Rap life easy believe its peachy
Like asses on the models they shooting for a casting couch
Shoot em down dig em out, tell they ass to bounce
Sometimes you win, sometimes you take an l
It's human nature for us to fail
But if you know anything about the mandate of heaven shit
You'd understand why a dude like me don't ever trip