(Intro)

Uhh... As We Continue

Uhh... Yeah

{Verse 1}

This here is everlasting // You can't buy passion

You can't cut action // You can't fake actions

I seen rap turn to auctions // Going to the highest bidder

Fuck who keeping it realer

You just doing your thing huh?! // You can't change the game huh?!

That'll make you quit // Go & do some other shit

That's why I started painting // My nerves getting anxious

When it's beef.. angus // Kids load bangers

Treating friends like strangers // Everyday living in danger

More dollars to dangle // You chase & get mangle

Trying to paint my angels // Why they gonna do with money?

They just looked at me funny

They snitched on my **** Squeak // They stoned Jesus

They're one in the same // So tell me what's the reason

Just tryna bloom // Guns go "BOOM" in the city I zoom

So many assume

That I ain't in tune // 'Cuz how a **** live

'Cuz I ain't got bread // My word ain't credible

Broke **** ain't shit, in this society

I just want notoriety (Yeah)

{Verse 2}

(Uhh.. Yeah.. Uhh..)

Shit is paid for // For the big price

Big fish, Big loaf // I want a big slice

We tear the city up // On these motor bikes

Big wheels for cheap girls // They impress with the list

Clean Nikes // Ride trikes

Contrite territory // Fuck a 5 mics, they telling hella stories

Bitches is lurkin' // Choosing on who they see fit

Man who poppin' at the time // Who they feel is rich

Ain't got a dollar from it // But who am I to judge?!

I need mine my **** // & I don't st-stutter

Guns & butter // You just a pussy muh fucker

Watching from the terrace // Eating teriyaki chicken

You talking but I ain't listening // I'm on my a mission

Flying solo // We all see this life different

I'm mild tempered // I stay pimpin'

Big heist, we can split the difference

When it's cash involved // I've seen friendships dissolve

I take a drag from the Black then I pause // From the windows to the walls

Bitches is urinal stalls, pissed off // When they see me floss

I'm the biggest boss // Word to Rick Ross

What's the cost // Somewhere along the journey, we got lost

You still tryna find my way

Looking for a sunny day // We cruise to that Marvin Gaye

She want to sip the chardonnay

She want dates from cheapskate // We might as well skate

I dig deep in the crates // These are the breaks

My **** hustle for dollars // Fuck a lunch break

Fuck a simp **** with a cape

From the Capetown, T-Town relate

Fishing for my pot of gold, can you relate?! (****)