Rap god, I'm a heavyweight

I'm back now, let's celebrate

I was in the kitchen like I'm sellin' plates

With two phones like Kevin Gates

Gotta keep the piece like you meditate

You might end up walkin' through the Heaven gates

I'm forever great, bitch, I'm legendary

All this paper, need a secretary

Halloween, it get extra scary

Have you catchin' bullets like a secondary

Still stackin' obituaries

Now half my heart is in a cemetery

Real pain, I been through

With no gang when I spin through

Just me, I got drugs cheap, tell me what you're tryna get into

Every day, I get drippy, boy

Movin' work, come get employed (Come here)

Still crack a ho and pass to bro, that's a couple points for the city boys

Where I'm from, there ain't much love, nobody gives a fuck what you going through

But I made a way, now me and bae out in Times Square doing photoshoots

Death is promised, tomorrow's not

Life's a movie, you a star or not?

We gotta win 'cause we lost a lot

Never quit and never talk to cops

Always think, always plan

Always watch who you call your man

Always ten toes, never switch sides, just some shit that they don't understand

They don't understand that shit, though

Know how we coming

Shit don't stop

But

Ayy, fuck braggin', I'm solidified

Catch an opp and put him in the sky

Five hundred for these Jordan 5s

Still getting work across the borderline

My grandma used to call me all the time

Since she died, I been dead inside

Bro is strapped, he gon' let it fly

I don't never doubt, I trust him every time

In my home town, they know who the GOAT

I don't pick when I can use 'em both

Every time that new pack land, we gon' pop a bottle, then do a toast (Cheers)

Say they better, but that's usually jokes

I ain't even with the funny shit

Unless money's what the subject is

Fuck you and who you run and get

Still a legend with a sixteen

Ain't a day that I piss clean

Still no time to get sleep

But if I did, I'd have rich dreams

Told Spence', "I need a custom piece"

One of one, don't touch

You can take the work, but don't front

'Cause I need mine with no cuts

No help and no love

Ain't no beef with no blood

No way to go back either, if you ain't ready, don't rush

I remember slow bucks

Couldn't smoke a whole blunt

Now every day, I smoke Runtz

They used to laugh, but joke's up (Ha)

Yeah