These **** talk down but they ain’t never round the clear port it’s a light day 50k that’s in my jansport I tell a hater kiss my ass I’m burning through a zigzag paper come in duffel bags they thought I’ll never see that now I’m on the way to Egypt just to chief with King Caesar tryna give us three stripes and I ain’t talking bout Adidas I’m the master of my fate now watch me manifest that wraith time I can’t waste to many **** turn snakes and they praying on your downfall from the bleachers cause they know you ball you know protocol fuck bitches get money stay fly and live now cause we don’t know tomorrow that’s why I rock gold **** to show the world that I was chose **** ten toes down I never ever froze **** in the two thousands feeling like the old Jigga get money reinvest that’s all I know **** 27 bout to touch them then first eight figures it’s not bout what you know it’s bout who you know and as a grown man you shouldn’t never owe a **** Fang Life **** big Dracula they know the difference I paint pictures Bob Ross to these bitches