I'm outta my body sum like a ghost i'm sippin the purple potion now i'm stuck

Tired of these n***** claming that they so real but it turns out they really bluff

I cant be linking up with all my folks cause still it be hard for me to feel the love

I got in my bag now that i'm up that's the reason we popping bottles in the club

Autographs for my fans, i'm packing the stands

I picture my name flying on a blimp

I kept it real with you from the jump, but turned out I lied to you like a simp

Bitches be flockin' when we hit the party and you know the vibes when he hit the strip

Designer my jeans, jacket and my tee

And you probably can't see but baby i'm a pimp

I got a treesh bitch from the bronx

This ain't no reggie baby this is runtz

Feel like Dwayne Wade with the pump

I'm yelling gang gang throw it up

And I be dodging shit like the matrix

Fucking n***** hoes and running through these clothes

I feel the jealousy and all the hatred

In my bag now i'm never backing down if I make a million they gon hate it

I thank god for keeping me alive

And right now they wanna fuck with me but they aint fuck with me when I made Killing My Vibe

I can't fuck with the fuckery you say it's up then it's stuck with me way in the sky

If he a bitch I can see through his eyes

None of my guys wouldn't even give you a try

I, stepped back took me a break, now i'm on the line

Just blow the whistle, checks I just scribble so I recieve the fine

I think i'm feening lethal injection been tryna cross my mind

I told him shoot it, knew he wouldn't do it they said I lost mind

No bitch I can't go tit for tat

For bro nem i'll be spinning back

She mad at me, won't spend no time cause i'm to busy spending racks

I went legit could pay my n**** rent with what I spend in saks

And if he try to get my chain on god then i'll be spinning back

I'm outta my body sum like a ghost i'm sippin the purple potion now i'm stuck

Tired of these n***** claming that they so real but it turns out they really bluff

I cant be linking up with all my folks cause still it be hard for me to feel the love

I got in my bag now that i'm up that's the reason we popping bottles in the club

Autographs for my fans, i'm packing the stands

I picture my name flying on a blimp

I kept it real with you from the jump, but turned out I lied to you like a simp

Bitches be flockin' when we hit the party and you know the vibes when he hit the strip

Designer my jeans, jacket and my tee

And you probably can't see but baby i'm a pimp