This is not one of them stories that end well

The cash better equal out

We going Denzel

I was sure by the intel we would sell

Like them boats with them big wheels

Lamborghini Gallardo look just like a hot wheel

I got eyes, I can spot deals

I know how the top feels

Came a long way from them oatmeal's

Now the coffee is oatmilk

I skipped out on dope deals

Now the pockets is full with them hundreds

But ended as roadkill

Reverse it, its Benjamin Button

Got a bitch that's in need of reductions

I'm skipping my evening lunches to meet for discussion

Excuse the sound, that's just the growl of my stomach

That's just the sound of the oven

I'm hungry, this verse means my tummy is touching

Either you hate it, you love it, but you gon' run me my money

End of discussion, I seen that **** in public

That **** was bluffing

He said he getting some money, I ain't see that

But I did see that boy in the city and damn he was driving a bucket

Isn't that funny? I guess he ballin' but he on a budget

And this is why I be feeling like Uncle Ruckus when we talking money

But with all the work in, shit, ain't nothing lucky

Ever since a **** came up, it was destine like I was a LeToya Luckett

Inadvertently killing you ****

body bags getting dragged to the cemetery

We will never see eye to eye,

and that's why I got your girl in the missionary