Yeah, I’m just gettin’ started again
And I ain’t stoppin’ until I’m startin’ to win, nah
I got the soul of a hustler, a heart of a pimp
It’s like they baptized me with the water from Flint
I’m still sinnin’, runnin’ with bosses and we self-employed
We don’t look at the cars, nah, we just buy the toys
While y’all are emptyin' accounts just to fill the void
Homie, I been puttin’ on them pounds like I hit the roids
Yeah, they know I got the best flows
Used to pose with my ex but now my ex exposed
And she been puttin’ on a show like an expo
I don’t follow hoes, I don’t see my ex posts
And these models sellin’ pussy or they sellin’ tea
Then they sellin’ lies, tellin’ me they into celibacy
But they down to eat each other like a delicacy
Rough sex, we don’t ever do it delicately
I live on six seven with the deli beneath me
Where they smoke so many trees, it was difficult breathin’
Kill every beat like I’m mixtape Weezy
I don’t leave the studio till it’s bleedin’
Somebody do the CPR, I don’t need PR
Because my fans spread it wider than a DP star
And they runnin’ the verses back like a DVR
This light work, these my easy bars, yeah