If I can't raise hell imma raise sand

Fine ladies sliming down with they waistband

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more time wine baby say when

Too much's enough

You bring your ass to the spot they'll fuck you up honey

I ain't never been a bitch ****

Afraid to get rich ****

Pulling up to six figures

Lay where you sit ****

Stay down hoe

And lay all fours

For me to get fake **** gone I'll pay y'all more

And pray y'all go

If I'm a bitch I'm bitch then

I rather be a bitch then to fit in

To something that's appealing

Too much fuckery

Just tell me what you want what you need when you fucking me

Moving uncomfortably squeezing try ducking me

Do as you please

I know you'll do anything but won't do it for me

You'd probably suck a dick for free if it gave you a seat

I rather make 40 g's if it come with a fee

Stop playing with me

I did what you couldn't do now say with me

No you got it confused

See you

You gon keep getting bodied out

I took a seat back watched it all on the silent route

And **** keep on asking aye when you put the album out

Too many things I done seen as emotional wrecks

Do anything for a stream for a notion of checks

Fantasize many dreams til you come and collect

Sometimes I gotta play it down so it'll play out best

I put it all in the music you can see how I'm doing

Doing good and improving

This is all what you wanted right

So it's right that I come in right

If I can't raise hell imma raise sand

Fine ladies sliming down with they waistband

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more time wine baby say when

Too much's enough

You bring your ass to my block they'll fuck you up honey

Nas flow with the pen of Picasso

**** catch you slipping in the hood when you drive slow

If my last day's today fuck the haters

Try to do Jam Master Jay in Jamaica

And my eyes low

Pockets getting puffy bigger Jean size

Stared at death for real then I blinked twice

I ain't tryna chat and chill tryna stack a mil I'm back to kill play me on the B side

Eastside we ride

I'm provoked imma go harder

Dear father I'm going farther

Gotta be the shit ender if shits started

Take your shoes off when you stepping on my carpet

Figured I get used so much you can count on me

Man it's the same **** that been doubting me

Tax bracket higher

Big bag piling every year like Mariah

Brim bent down with the strap smoking fire

Upper echelon my steps take it higher

Hope you get it GOT IT

Empty threats til it's firing back

It ain't where you grew up **** it's where you at

But you m

You blew up ****

Them signs you threw up ****

That's how they shoot up ****

From hearing our raps

Then them real gang banging **** finding it's cap

Global recognition put your family straight on the map gone

If I can't raise hell imma raise sand

Fine ladies sliming down with they waistband

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more fine wine baby say when

Pour some more time wine baby say when

Damn girl too much's enough

You bring your ass to my block they'll fuck you up

I don't ever say anything straight out the gate out of anger I regret

Safe to say it's exactly what I meant

My attempt for no problems they gone find us

Still today my best co signers in low riders and don't mind it

In layman's terms explain my words

You call me everything you want but explain it first

You change my words then changing yours

Then made it worse

If it's up then it's stuck ****

I used to fuck with you I don't give a fuck ****

I will hire a bodyguard at my funeral send a pic of you tell him this for us ****

What

I'm on edge

Out my head

You know it's real when I ain't tryna buck with you truly had enough with you glad I ain't stuck with

You see the pain in my eyes is it clear ****

Don't wanna link and reconnect and have a beer with you

This a phase that I'm on and it's cold

And I know life is short let it go Nick it's old

Oh trust me

Tried to be the bigger man again still nothing

Told me what it is and I told them what it wasn't

Cousin

30 this year why I'm cussin fussin

Buddy still knocking when I'm hustling for nothing

Make it to my family

Scared of waiting for too long for my kids to be held from my granny