Tomorrow

... I'm goin' out a real nigga Bread winna business Shout out to Baltimore My H2 models Maryland State Bitch, I'm from Maryland (Hook) Got a ramen roof on my new Ultima no Maserati Low key in a rental bu so please don't tell nobody She just tapped her hom egirl look girl there go Luca Brasi Excuse me bae I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord I swear I'm out my body lord Look, please don't talk inside the car This depression get the best of me I'm in my thoughts, I don't want to talk until tomorrow () Rest in peace to Lil F Boy throwing fours in the south Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold's in the mouth Mama told me neva hit a women but I bat hoes in the mouth Make the trap roll in a drought Get the pack going on the route Talkin' that money shit I'm 2 intelligent Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket When I'm in Cali ya know I be thuggin' I've been shot without a bad leg Me and Crae Crae in Compton cooling On Caress Ave eating crab legs I'm going out a real nigga Bread Winner business (Hook) (2) Lightnin' fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure Man, I don't need no effort, make the coke measure Treat the hoe special, bagging coke rebellious Take 'em to trial, no backing down The Luca comes out the day I'ma smile All praise to Allah The limbs blowin' loud, my faith in the clouds Legal tender we tipping on strippers it's my way of keeping 'em out my business Walk like a general going organic, investing in diamonds they made out of minerals I'm wit my niggas Starlito I kill fo' ya My heart dropping knowledge in interviews My grand-motha told me that someone's Going to luv me the othas going to try to get rid of ya They call me Jesus, I speak the truth (Hook)