Yeah, makin' a play for my bredren

Let **** think they ahead of me

A million in the oven, cookin' up

I stopped lookin' how **** remember me

Hundred legs in this city like centipedes

Once I spank 'em, then thanks for the memory

Got a ring for the game on a bended knee

I can't name all the things that it lent to me

I was with Bloody, I just had sold out LA

Back to back, we stuffin' hoes in the Porsche

Helicopter, New York, for the skyline of course

Gettin' chased by some hoes I ain't thought I'd afford

Gettin' fame that I thought I'd avoid

Can't remember a month that I ain't make a forty

Gained a hustle that made me immortal

Fakin', stuntin' just made **** corny

They mistake me for soft 'cause I'm cordial

I'll take **** off, you can't say I ain't warn you

I retain what I'm taught from the soil

They can hate all they want, but they know me

Hit a stain that's unsolved on my doley

I'm afraid they involved with the police

Got the most with the least, off of no sleep

But I'm coziest on the low-key

Makin' a play for my bredren

Let **** think they ahead of me

A million in the oven, cookin' up

I stopped lookin' how **** remember me

Hundred legs in this city like centipedes

Once I spank 'em, then thanks for the memory

Got a ring for the game on a bended knee

I can't name all the things that it lent to me

Aight

Lil' MAVI, you got me, word, yeah

Makin' a play, Mike Tomlin (Woo)

Twin with me too, he Omar Epps, two-step through the congregation like a bishop

It is what it be, bitch, c'est la vie shit

CeraVe on the skin, smoother than criminal

Sara Lee by the bag, get the bread, then we toast

'Cause this shit wasn't like this couple years ago, goddamn (Baby)

Hardly gettin' downtime, that ain't how I get down, time waits for no man, no

Life like a restaurant, bet I own the whole spot or end up on the menu

Straight from the Northside, off West Florissant, proof what poverty can do

Naturally, lil' old me keep three, four freaks for the inspo'

Naturally, knee-deep in the curly-head freak, poppin' out her Bantus

Used to take the MetroLink, now I'm linkin' with Metro Boomin, damn, dude

The BIC flick quick as a fan pick, wick too thick, never puttin' out the candle

The BIC flick quick as a fan pick, wick too thick, never puttin' out the, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I'll, I'll take **** off, you can't say I ain't warn you (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

They can hate all they want, but they know me

I'm afraid they involved with the police

Got the most with the least, off of no sleep

But I'm coziest on the low-key

Makin' a play for my bredren

Let **** think they ahead of me

A million in the oven, cookin' up

I stopped lookin' how **** remember me

Hundred legs in this city like centipedes

Once I spank 'em, then thanks for the memory

Got a ring for the game on a bended knee

I can't name all the things that it lent to me