[Intro]
(L-L-L-L-LeSean)
I promise you

[Chorus]
I promise I would never change 'til I got these rocks outta my pocket
Trap game so clean, n***as still eat after I drop it
See, my bitch say I’m toxic
With that wrist, you know I taught it, baby
Came far from the hotel, now I'm takin' off like a rocket, baby
Came far from the coke sales and the skeletons in my closet, baby
My lil’ homie gon' shoot (N***a), and I can't even tell him, "Stop it"
And I can't even tell him, "Wait", let him off fly
Flight to L.A., then to Dubai, then the U.K
I don't know why (For real, n***a)

[Verse]
Never no delay, lеt 'em all die
Double C thе lace, they in my size
Doesn't give them help, boy, they all slime
Wipe a n***a tip 'til he offline
Could give you my heart, or you break it, you buy it
But you can’t afford it, better not try it
Showed it to the court, you could never fight
Hundred racks or more, then I get excited, ayy
But on the stove, we gon’ try it, my n***a
My bitch got my phone, and she text all the ho's that I got beside, my n***a
See, I’m on the road, and I ain't going home
You get shot at the apartment, my n***a
And I'm stackin' the rows and I’m fuckin' these ho's
All the ones that be poppin', my n***a
VV denim, no stylist, n***a
Why she acting so childish, n***a?
When she got the flyest of flyest, of flyest, of flyest, of flyest, of n***as
See this shit extravagant, this shit immaculate, how I acquired the figures
See, I'm going crazy, no, I'm going brazy all over this violence, n***a
We go broke or we tie up a n***a
Look, got these Cartier frames on, mhm
I just ran 'til this pain gone, mhm
N***as singin' the same song, mhm
Got the bag with no chain on, mhm
I'm in the booth for a day-long
They notice when you got the plain on, mhm
[?] with the Day-Date on it
See that n***a, let it raise on him
[Chorus]
I promise I would never change 'til I got these rocks outta my pocket
Check game so clean, n***as still eat after I drop it
See, my bitch say I'm toxic, and I work too often
Came far from the hotel, now I'm takin' off like a rocket, baby
Came far from the coke sales and the skeletons in my closet, baby
My lil' homie gon' shoot (N***a), and I can't even tell him, "Stop it"
And I can't even tell him, "Wait", let him off fly
Flight to L.A., then to Dubai, then the U.K
I don't know why (For real, n***a)

[Outro]
I promise you