Yeah I'm home now, it's over now, shit Yeah She got a thing for Chanel vintage That dropped before she could speak English Do you love me or love seekin' attention I mean which one is it? You keep callin' me ya twin but twins ain't this different Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 2020 clear vision You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryin' hear it I'm all for spiritual liftin' but I don't fly Spirit I'm all for findin' happiness but down to die serious All smiles, Kevin Durant trials Had to blow it on the court I must of blew a mili' I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles I know they love to rock a check but who gon' do it really? Really? My depositions never surface Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey it's gettin' purchased Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on Tales about me are like Kirito's and Kublai Khan's Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours Still a part of shawty even if we've been livin' apart Rocks will do you filthily for me soon as I give him the nod Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed The one that's rebuilding schools and feedin' the homeless, hang with my niggas But sometimes I be trying to avoid it 'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world I got to get the most of everything is the axis on which it sit and twirls Point blank period, like a city girl And then I'll bring it back to fifty world Aye, woah, you made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my face Won't you let me know that I did okay? Don't wait till some other day, no no They love to wait till it's too late, too late It's this one right here, yo (Aye) I was nominated, never won a Grammy But I understand they'll never understand me Lotta lives lost but I never panicked Lotta lines crossed I never did a Xanny A hundred-room mansion but I felt abandoned Love makin' love but where will love land me? Jealous, so they bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us But they speakin' on us Zulus quote us even numbers Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us Love givin' back but will they ever love us? Chanel in the mail, FedExin' for real And what I got for sale just sit on the scale Triple beam dream a buck on the shades I really seen things give mothers the shakes I really bought cars for woman on face I know it seem odd but money amazin' College loans really did fuck up her credit Discover cards look back I know she regret it While we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level Money come and go I'ma keep you forever Money come and go I'ma keep you forever Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers Everywhere we go we create a dilemma Coming to America really to set I'll let your Soul Glo, I'm keepin' you wet All my cold Decembers I know she remembers Forgiveness for a sinner but is it that simple? Holdin' on your hands your body's a temple Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches Lobsters and the praws, thought you was spinach Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Maybach Music) Aye, woah, you made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my face Won't you let me know that I did okay? Don't wait till some other day, no no They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye) Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight True love in the projects is called paradise All your niggas left you wasn't actin' right But honesty itself a small sacrifice My moneybag heavy, got me packin' light You movin' funny, can you fuel my appetite? Niggas conversations a lot of it false You own condos right over Carnegie Hall Speak about your cars but all of them parked You niggas money light, come out of the dark You really are my type, this not a facade One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip After further thought, better not knock 'em Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin' Bitch, we on the real it's time to stop talkin' Aye, woah, you made me this way, yeah Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah Put some flowers in my face Won't you let me know that I did okay? Don't wait till some other day, no no They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye) (Maybach Music)