Come on, let's get it
Yeah, nigga, my album coming
Dreams worth more than money, nigga
This motherfuckin' summer
I was gettin' so much motherfuckin' money, nigga
Fuckin' all these bitches, though
I think I damn near took a year off
Still snappin' though
A lot of niggas fallin' off
We ain't doin' nothin' but gettin' stronger, nigga
New deals, new money
Double MG, Dreamchasers
Let's get it
My man got booked with a stone of white
If they make his bail a mil', he comin' home tonight
I went from standin' on the corner, jumpin' on them flights
Talkin' jumpin' out of Bentleys, jumpin' on them bikes
Middle of the jungle, no strap, ice on
Niggas pussy in the dark, let's turn the lights on
I used to sleep on the same floor the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moonwalkin' like Mike doin'
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace to Mike
I pop a couple Percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
There's levels to this shit, dog, you won't believe my life
Peanut butter jelly on the French toast, eatin' right
Champagne garglin', everything is marvelous
'62 Maybach, I can barely park the shit
Got these rappers scared, see 'em shakin' like it's Parkinson's
If they said my name, then they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat, then he gon' starve
A man gon' starve, then he gon' die, I know that they gon' try
That's why I stay strapped with a brand new MAC and this.45
So when they jump fast, blow the whistle like off side
'Cause I'm from Philly, we'll eat your cheesesteak
I told Diddy I ain't walkin' for no cheesecake
'Cause the jeweler makin' a band with the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in three states
Do it for the Vine, I ain't goin' through it
Let's talk about the times when I used to go through it
Nappy ass braids with the cold shooters
We was playin' with razors 'fore they had the lil' scooters
Shit, I walked in with my Pumas on, you ain't even know it
These a million dollar pair of sneaks, nigga, you ain't even know it
Say Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
'Cause he went and bought that Bentley Brooklyn, he ain't even show it
At 21, I wanted to pop a bottle
At 22, I wanted the hottest model
At 23, I wanted the Rolls Royce
So what you think I did? I went and fuckin' got it
I hit my hood, niggas lookin' fuckin' sour
They see me rollin', I be like, "You fuckin' cowards"
I just wanna ball, spendin' the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car
You don't remember, I starved, I want it all
Back in the day, packin' the K
All of the hate, I make that go away
I do you dirty, go back to the A
Put in a verse how that MAC hit your face
In Philly, nigga, I'm mackin' the Bay
I'm off beats, still killin' shit
I'm spittin' all streets, still killin' shit
Hurricane, first week, I still killed the shit
Intro, been out like a year, it's still killin' shit
Dreams worth more than money on the way, nigga
