All Star Team

I just need my space right now I'm a all-star team, far from a rookie Look, we graveyard shiftin', I don't rock, nigga, fuck it Mr. Rock a Plain Jane, but the Audemars stompin' I was always taught, boy, you better shoot if you gon' up it Fella doused in Chanel, finna blow a bag You can't be like me if you ain't never worked the scale I'm a couple houses down, I'm just waitin' on the mail I'll break his bitches, front row, still yellin' Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle I'm God's son, but it's Demons on the Chally Niggas think it's sweet 'til they stinkin' in that alley Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a 50 Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers outta Ricky They let 'em play tough 'til it's time to do a mission I ain't tryna kick it, I don't wanna talk 80-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft Forty on a necklace, that's just how I thank God And my young nigga chasin' down Tayshaun She thirsty, got her playin' with it on FaceTime I'm standin' on the couch, smokin', throwin' gang signs The vision gettin' clearer, in a different light now The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh? You fuck bro couldn't fuck me, don't feel ashamed, ma I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out He cookin' and he cookin' dope, out the same pot In the trenches, I'm the same nigga, little fame now The coupe so fast, you could dodge a raindrop Nigga actin' so bad, he done got his main robbed Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot Fuck 'em, I cut 'em down like I threw a spade out All look fresh as hell like I got it laid out First I went through hell, but I'm gettin' paid now Poured it out the seal, couldn't find a baby bottle All my niggas trappin', somethin' like my baby mommas Yeah, I fuck up a check, I won't even think about it Ayy, why you grindin' hard? 'Cause a nigga hate the bottom