Make A Toast

Yo, five in the mornin'

Eighty cash beat the plug with the forty on me

I turn the paper into birds, call it origami

Fuck a wave, I'm the whole tsunami

Armani on my body like I know the Gotti's

Eight o'clock in the evening, I ain't even ate

Two liter, fuck a four, pour a even eight

Tryna keep the faith, sleepin' late, but I always deviate

From the love, Players Club, no LisaRaye

Too woke to need a loan so I sleep alone

Estates for all my dogs, to each his own

The type of shit I'm on, think I need cologne

Till any city I roam, they screamin', Caesar's home

I signed a deal off a heartbreak

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place

Now I'm at the Barclays drinkin' all of Hov's chardonnay

Writin' bars in my desperado guitar case

Let's make a toast

Yeah

Yeah

Let's make a toast

Don't matter what you poppin', baby, just pop something

Yeah

Look

Hell is hot and only heaven knows

I never sweat you, I'm forever cold

If you ain't gettin' paper, hope you're takin' notes

Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast

Okay, it really means nothin' if you make it close

I'm in my own lane, that's my favorite road

I had to bend the rules just to break the code

I dug myself up out this hole, that's what made me whole

Rollin' 'Woods down to Hollywood where they pay for souls

Paying gold for this label clothes in these major rolls

Whoa, if I don't, who gon' break the mold?

No, I swear the paper never made me fold

Mmm, I disappear in a breath of smoke

Ooh, your whole career need a stethoscope

Ooh, that new album need a life support

Bitch, you wanna battle, couldn't fight the war

Been a week, I been comin' down

Maybach's just to run around

They mad I'm stylin' when I come around

Shout out to Pun, I'm tryna live, I lost a hunnid pounds

(I just lost a hunnid pounds, I'm tryna live)

Let's make a toast

I mean we can make a toast to that

Yeah

Let's make a toast

Rest in peace, Big Pun

Big L, B.I.G.

Yo

Gettin' caught up with religious bands

I guess I never see my distant fam

Or my foreign bitch again

In the kitchen, hurt my wrist again

Watch my pops become a different man

Ooh, I turned snowflake to a avalanche

I went and made a milli from a milligram

Hand in hands, Ashley Grahams out the caravans

No more sharin' rooms at the Sheraton

Game filthy, tried to kill me for a kilogram

Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam

Mattress on the floor, I was starin' at the ceilin' fan

I almost died for this shit, and I'm still a fan

The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em?

I can give him heart attacks for less

Oh, yes, please pardon my success

Y'all ain't even sick, you hypochondriacs at best

Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest

Out of breath like I gotta Pontiac on my chest

Cognac on my breath, fallin' back to prometh'

No wonder why you even call back or just text

I get the message though

Run game so professional

I'm fazed on your pedastal

One day never came

Someday I'ma let it go

Another day, another decimal

Day ones never tell Sundays no confessional

Unchanged in my messy clothes

I'm forever cold

Hell is hot and only heaven knows

Fuck bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast

Yeah

All of this shit is so exaggerated

I mean her ass fat but it's saturated

And now my third eye has been activated

This shit ain't really rap related

They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer

Gettin' high to reflect, this shit is smoke and mirrors

Wait, just bein' honest with myself

I'm still doing this shit 'cause I made a promise to myself

That's real