Tombstone

(Intro) I want my hundreds blue like X-Men That money turns me into a beast Your wife fucking your best man I told you that hoe is for the streets Laying on my death bed, I had to lie to the police Gun under the bed, sprayed in case they try 10-23 I'm the villain not the hero, don't look up to me Trap house like Home Depot, we was cutting keys Wrists on sub zero, that banger on me to Trying to jump me like zero, bought his trait of truth Sipping codeine, spilling ashes all over my Gucci suit, businessman And I spin your block, like a ceiling fan, been the man I'm to short to ever be the bigger man So, trust me if we beefing, squashing it ain't my dinner plans Spick and span, she sucked me in a Benz, sprinter van, Wiz Khalifa No telling when I'm gonna see you again Fifty bands, spinning fast, can't tell you where it went A hundred bands, all 20's like an ATM, niggas mad All In my comments but won't say it to my face How you a real steppa when your shoes fake Pulling out a check in front of you Make you feel like some kind of way I'm on demon time, I can't be kind today, I got time today Moon ride from outer space, trying to get off all the pounds I feel so out of shape, fuck out my face man! I just want to live my life, why they don't leave me alone They do anything for likes, someone please come take their phone Make sure that my money right, before I pull up and do one song I know that, that pussy tight, but it ain't going to break up my home Meet up at the same spot, make sure that you come along Last nigga crossed me, got crosses on his tombstone Ya'll just starting wearing Dior's, 10 years ago, I had that on You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her You supposed to pass that on Flexing with another nigga chick, man you all bragging wrong I ain't bringing everybody to the top, I hate to tag along Ya'll had a good run; sorry it didn't last too long Stepping on, niggas like concrete call them steppingstone Rap shit don't work, back to trapping on M-Zone Touch down, one hand snag back, to the endzone Pull over, that ass to fat, you going to break a hip bone Buss down, rocks on her neck, now she a flintstone Got a spending problem, soon as I get it, that shit just gone I ain't tripping about it, just triple the price when I perform Made thousands off 20$ gas station, flip phones Little nigga, I've been on, ask about me, I've been known I put that shit on, jump in the whip, put my shit on Tissue paper for all the haters, I gotta shit on I'm the one they slept on, still hard as Teflon They hate they kid, like a stepmom It's all good though I just want to live my life, why they don't leave me alone They do anything for likes, someone please come take their phone Make sure that my money right, before I pull up and do one song I know that, that pussy tight, but it ain't going to break up my home Meet up at the same spot, make sure that you come along Last nigga crossed me, got crosses on his tombstone Ya'll just starting wearing Dior's, 10 years ago, I had that on You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her You supposed to pass that on (Outro)