Nauseous

Great John on the beat, by the way Look, I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous Baby, I got racks, I spend it, I make it back This some real rap, no mumble, I'm sayin' facts Yeah, all I ever did was drill, steal, and trap Been up in the field, you get killed if you lack Yeah, shooters on call, we do this shit for practice I know they love how I'm drippin', they tryna match it All blue hundids, I'm Crippin', my money matchin' 'Opp get to trippin', we flippin' him like a mattress Runnin' through this money, I know you wish you was here, huh Go buy some Cartiers just to make it clear I know they don't really love me, they switchin' like underwears (Nobody listened, now they all wanna hear, look) I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous Late nights and my shooters spinnin' 'til they nauseous Great white sharks up in the water, you a dolphin Them niggas said it's on when they see us, so then we offed 'em They fiendin' for clout, but we fiendin' to give 'em coffins Every time I'm out, I get money, I do it often (I do it often) And they still playin' games, they takin' losses I had to go and take all my pain and do some boss shit (some boss shit) A nigga think he touchin' my chain, he must've lost it (hey) I'm doin' better now (better now) Brodie locked, I'm screamin', "Let him out" (let him out) Got me feelin' like I let him down But we could never drown (never drown) Got it poppin' like the kettle now (kettle now) Fuck these bitches, I won't settle down You know they get around (get around) If you ballin', then you gettin' fouled (gettin' fouled) They be talkin' what we been about Ridin' with that (boom, boom) Ridin' with that sit 'em down Foreign bitch, I flew her to the towns (to the towns) I get big amounts I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars Know they wonder how I'm winnin', I done took too many losses I'on like people, broke bitches make me nauseous