[Verse]
I rap for those doing football numbers without parole
You can sign a deal for a 'mill and you still gettin' bought and sold
Vacays in Bora-Bora at The Brando
Reverse apartheid, I go where you can't go
From Cape Town to K-Town, I'm big shit poppin' in the Chi like T.I. in A-Town
I bleed for the block, toss keys for the drop, got 'em itchin' for my work like fiends to the rock
I used to sleep in the Trap with flees on the cot
Now I'm in Miami Beach, ashy knees on the yacht
The fame brings pain, life is so bittersweet
A third of Black's state property like Memphis Bleek
If the money short my shorties show up on yo' porch
With a Jason mask on and they ain't tryna trick or treat
I wear my scars like Freddy Krueger
Carry the semi Rugar, In this game of life I've seen so many losers
Damned if do, damned if I don't
If I didn't keep a pole then I'm bound to get poked
If I'm strapped then the captain liable to have me smoked
Street disciple my Bible was a Nas flow
Now I'm out in Oslo, where's that, Norway
Fuckin' three hoes and they don't need fourplay
Dress shirt cover tats on my court dates
Any giving Sunday still sinin' on a Lord's day
I'm addicted to, fast women who, never heard my raps they just like my interviews
If I'm in the mood just to get them in the n***, I would never save her let her drown in the swimming pool
That's jokes but I don't do stand up
White and Black Rolls Royce, Kung-Fu Panda
Big pockets on my pants, MC Hammer
Kickin' bitches out the house like Steve Bannon
I used to keep a scale on a school day
Posted outside the Food & Liqour, shout' to Lupe
Serving Blue Dreams shipped form Guadeloupe
Now it's Comme des Garçons all in my suitcase
And that's just a Tuesday

[Verse 2]
Back on top, I been through more lows than you can imagine
Flew higher than most, I'm always traveling
Been places that you never been twice
Went all around the world, I'm victory lapping
How did it happen? How did it happen?
Stay focused with a lot of distractions
I was shipping packs, I used to manufacture it
Used to move the product, I'm still a product of that shit
Killa Cam told me keep calm under pressure
Moms told me stay outta trouble, huh, as if
I was tryna make a little money on my own
Graduated from an eighth to a zone, now I'm grown
Sixteen, started writing sixteens
Late night candle light, making sure the pen was right
Shootouts outside the studio
I was in the hood when you was playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
I stopped dealing dope, shit just wasn't in the cards
When I got robbed in a car by this n***a with his baby momma, they was tryna cut my price
If you hearing this song, just know I'm shitting on your life
Give it to them twice, shitting on your life
You still wearing wife beaters, hitting on your wife
If she hit me today, bet I hit her in the night
And I don't even want it man, I ain't even frontin' man
Ask Mikkey Halsted, the streets know
Since little Vic with the Don King fro
Rumble in the jungle, Ali flow
Ali Baba, international commas