Gasoline

What floor would you like to go to?

Are you afraid to follow your dreams?

Everyone's scared to go to 13

How are you supposed to be the biggest star in the world

If you're scared to hop in a elevator go all the way up?

Why are you so afraid?

Think about it

If you see how fast people move on after somebody died you would think twice

Before you care about what anyone has to say about you

So get on the fucking elevator and press up

Hopped up the elevator on the way

Penthouse full of dreams and some silicone

They never thought that they would see my face

I popped my champagne bottle on 'em all

I'm popping

Bitches all around me

Me and my squad we shopping

She give me sloppy toppy

I just came on her diamonds

That's why she calls me Papi

All this fucking money

'Bout to fucking drown me

Gasoline

Pour it all over me

Matches in my hands now

Burn it all down down now

Cigarette between my teeth

Gasoline

Pour it all over me

Matches in my hands now

Burn it all down down now

Cigarette between my teeth

I set myself on fire

For these hoes

To keep 'em warm

They don't need clothes

I brought the smoke

You pussies broke

Hopped in my Ghost

Then I went ghost

Flexing while they're all in debt

Eyes in the back of my head

Always watch my back

Like I got two backs

Flexin' on my jet

Icons on my bed

They thought I was dead

I ain't finished yet

Gasoline

Pour it all over me

Matches in my hands now

Burn it all down down now

Cigarette between my teeth

Gasoline

Pour it all over me

Matches in my hands now

Burn it all down now

Cigarette between my teeth

I'm paper chasin' till my soul hurt

You either quit or keep going, but they both hurt

Like Jamie Foxx in that movie, had to soul search

Had to die, come back to see my soul's worth

Different levels, different devils

My energy is my currency

Pick a classic, I've got several

I'ma live for eternity

Thinkin' 'bout my fuckin' past

I remember doin' trash

No one thought that I would last

Signed to Jay-Z then I fuckin' spazzed

And Nima still got my back

Austin Rosen helped me, I was doing bad

My first feature, I put Nipsey on the track

Do your fuckin' history, man, that shit's a fact

Shout out to Tuma Rap Caviar

Disrespectful turned me to a star

My nephew's rich if I'm ever dead

Shout out to Mark Pitts and Peter Edge

Got my momma out of debt

Couldn't pull a Lil Nas X

Leave your family in the projects

With diamonds around your neck, man, that ain't a flex

Fuck love, I just want respect

Got my whole country tatted on my chest

And my country know that I'm the fucking best

They show love to these bitches 'cause the man a threat

Fuck your followers and fake likes

With your fake streams for songs you ain't write

I'm tired of bitches playing fake nice

I'ma die a fuckin' legend, fuck your fake hype

Heard your album was a gravesite

I just did a show with Sting on Fallon Late Night

I'm everywhere, you ain't never there

On this elevator up, watch these haters stare