Gone, I can't look back, my legacy is all I know

Prone, on her kneecaps, strong with the seat back

Both phones like I need that, my intuition tellin' me

He broke, I could read that. My policy is see man, it's simple, she like

Semen I'm feelin' like I'm concrete, bullet rock

Like cement I'm here for the weekend, no stains or no

Creases I'm all about my bitch, let's get rich, I'm

Conceited my coat drag from Neiman's, like, damn

They ain't seen this I nut, tell her clean it, no, she don't want Kleenex

Tell me they still cannot do it like we did. I cannot stop till my face box of wheaties

Oops, I mean Wheaties, but she want my fetus I'd rather drop and just ball on they cheap

Ass. Open account, tell my momma go bleed that

One day on Paramount, next day in ski mask. This is that 414, MilwauktwoCalabass

Trout? nah where's the catfish still a **** man

Tell me I'm so cold-hearted, bae, I still got feelings, damn

Tell her, if this Martin, you my Gina, bro he want Pam

Gang gang forever till it's over what the casket read

Maintain my momma, know I'm clever, just a wordsmith