About To Be Rich

Yeah, let me talk my shit real quick

'Cause these **** sleep like they on NyQuil and shit

Time to wake these **** up

Fuck wrong with these ****?

(Ace Bankz on the track)

They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em

Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em

He a dummy telling ****, he got cash on 'em

Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em

They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em

I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em

Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em

Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em

I'm about to be rich

Counted me out, now they all interested

Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit

I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"

Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch

It's 2020, baby, time to get lit

This for when there was no food in my fridge

Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid

Now all of my options is unlimited

Henn' in my cup, smoking on twinny twin

Almost gave up, came back like Marshawn Lynch

Straight from the mud, I came up from the trench

Rather make money, don't wanna make friends

Father, forgive me for all of my sins

They want me to lose but bitch I'm gonna win

They act like they perfect, but they all pretend

Anyways, I'ma do me

I be paranoid, so I keep the pole

You might catch a bullet tryna be a troll

**** love to talk about what they don't know

Fuck the internet, boy, keep yo' business low

I keep getting high to keep from feeling low

Rest In Peace to Charles, they really killed my bro

I don't fall in love, just wanna let you know

Once I catch a nut, it's time for you to go

Ayy, shoutout to Dirk 'cause he raised me up from a baby at birth

It broke my heart to see him leave the earth

Once you had left, daddy, shit I got worse

I'm all about action, I don't exchange words

Make my bitch walk with that gun in her purse

If they lock me up, put "Free John" on a shirt

'Cause I'm on probation and I'm moving work

They don't have feathers, but my birdies chirp

I keep switching my flows

Not talking sushi, but I'm on a roll

Humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold

Don't say I didn't warn you when you get exposed

You rappers is weird, out here selling y'all soul

I'ma praise God and still sellout a show

She ask me for money, I'm telling her "No"

Go hit the club, get yo' ass on the pole

They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spazz on 'em

Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on 'em

He a dummy telling ****, he got cash on 'em

Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on 'em

They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em

I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em

Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em

Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em

I'm about to be rich

Counted me out, now they all interested

Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit

I'ma answer and tell you, "Suck a dick"

Plus yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch

It's 2020, baby, time to get lit

This for when there was no food in my fridge

Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid

Now all of my options is unlimited

John Gabbana!