Pull up in some thing they never seen before like

Introduce you to my world it's foreign just like

Studio the gym and Fed Ex truck is where I bees at

I knock down every door and you still asking where the keys at

Gossip oh I fucking hate gossip I don't need that

He at places they imagine, I'm like Max I'm with the dragons

I'm the Mac who split your Apple close your book like where your keys at

I'm fucking around you ducking the pressure, I still apply it

I hate applying for jobs

But I'd rather be sad with money

Than depressed and broke

My pockets fat they obese

I got cheese, I got bread, I got these I got those

I got head in this rental I hold

Cause like a month ago

My lil hoopty went and got totaled

Damn

I got some issues that I'm solving of course

I had I dream I hit the Grammys and won all the awards

You always saying something but I'm tired hearing your voice

You sound like Charlie Brown parents stop talking cause it's

Similarities show differences apart from our ways

I love my **** till they act out like a part in my fade

I got memories of Teliviv that I ain't never seen

So preacher man please, if I don't rise then let me be

It ain't easy on my side I can clarify yea

I'm in the crib momma sees me, she can tell I'm high yea

This is surface level, I've been in a sunken place

By the time that I find my way, I may have been won the race

If Sally leaves my pockets lone, I could be rich by May

But separation issues strain so I make time from 10-8

Consider it a paper chase, but it feels like a pay-to-play

Situations pop up quick

Turn around like they beyblades

You talk a lot but substance lacks

So I ain't hearing shit you say

Every time your mouth it moves

Sonically it stays off pace like