Money is the motive special bullets at your motor we got gas in the venom and it strike,

like a cobra pray to god everyday seen the devil on my shoulders I make choices in booth,

that make me a lil colder. Producing it bro I’m an alien she give me cat. Something like doja.

Long-distance weapons for respect, out the Range Rover.

Trench baby we done ate, cereal next to the roaches.

Use your brain don’t, lose your head, trynna be bold.

Demons inside of the industry calling you brother but really a foe.

Paper that make us but when it come to being real, don’t you fold.

Needing a pill to get gansta but really it’s in you it’s not sold. Push it in.

She say she can feel it in her toes.

Keeping it player I check the scene I shake the scene and go.

All my friends at peace.

All my friends are ghost.

Pocket full of faces leave they tongue’s out for the photo.

Grey box Chevy bumping boosie out the 4 door.

What you said?

What you mean?

Chinese bae, doing lines.

She get high as Yao Ming.

Buss it down bling, blow.

Buss it down blow, bling.

I be flowing on these beats,

like I’m from a Time Machine.

Any day could be your day.

That’s why I live, how I’ma leave.

Any day could be your day.

That’s why I live, how I’ma leave.