NAUSEOUS

We just pulled up in a sprinter truck

Been through your hood it ain’t hood enough She want a **** come double up

But I hit it once and that’s good enough Drop yo location we poppin up

What’s in ya bank we gon stop it up

Shout out lil Meechie my brother

We ain’t BMF but it feel like the mafia

Work still bussin out the backpack uh

Got it by the pound like a hashtag uh Worried bout that pussy man I had that uh She a lil thot lil Nat Nat uh

We bout to turn up another level

Ball like my brothers was Zo and Melo

Crib in the valley still keep it ghetto

Moving that bass like it’s fuck the treble

I’m feeling important ey ey

You getting extorted ey ey

**** wanna ride the wave Might make you nauseous ey ey My new bitch flawless ey ey Gimme head in the morning ey ey If this ain’t love damn

Then tell me what you call it

Protecting my energy

So I try to pray for my enemies

But they working hard to get rid me You **** too grown to be kidding me

I see why **** so stressed She just told him I’m her ex

In the gym working on his pecs We was in the crib having...

I remember I was dead broke Now I’m shopping on Melrose I really feel like Derek Rose

They do you foul when ya knee blow Now I’m smiling at the free throw When you ain’t got shit keep hope When you ain’t got shit keep hope The only thing I’m gon say twice The only time we gon play nice

12 on me like clockwork

I got both arms up like midnight

I rather go out in a blaze of glory

Not a better version of who came before me I done made my own fucking category

Yea we know the truth

You tried to change the story

I ain’t never worried

I’ll never give a problem where it wasn’t asked for Now I don’t beef with **** who ain’t got a passport The world too big, too much currency to get

Talking out ya head that’s enough to get you