Part 2 Might just take back up smoking to cultivate my perspective Checked the bank statement swore that I was dyslexic That's a whole lot of numerical intersection The number so big I gotta be out in Texas Ya'll desire for clout it perplex us Between being broke and rich I'm at the nexus Never wanted to be famous I wanted to make a grand entrance kill it and make an exit But since attention is money I'll take both Rather be first class and playing, then stay coach I hear some goat talk from rappers that ain't goats If you watching this throne I gotta make moats Mozart in the flesh Noah's Ark way I got two of everything It's like breasts Joan of Arc way ya'll bitches in disguise And if you come round me and the guys Well you know the rest Comparing me to them gotta lay that to rest Ya'll like an 8 out of 10 when you at your best I'm off scales your stories are tall tales And them parties that you throwing in Hollywood all males This shit deadly to ya'll, carbon monoxide In the front seat of the Urus eating popeyes If Big and Pac was alive I'd be they top 5 Ya'll could wet the floor with grease and still do not slide I'm not in the LA circles of who's, who's Or into sharing my personal life on Youtube I come from a rough life of holding .22s And seeing drugs in the house at an age when few do You ever seen a family member overdose? Gotta rush em' to the hospital when they comatose I didn't think so, reason that I drink slow And I don't relate to these rappers when they brag and boast I mean I'm all with flexing getting' checks in And putting big diamonds on necks n' But just to be honest I lost my pops when I was an adolescent So if there's not more to your story I gotta next it The tip top not far you don't got hip hop bars Ya'll put the skill down and turned into some Tik Tok Stars Keep that wave to yourself dawg cause it's not ours We still got shit to talk about and it's not cars Though my fleet is quite unique And the woman that I'm married to pussy juice on the seat Faithful as they come but death I'm tryna cheat Play with basketball money but not for Miami Heat I disappeared like a David Blaine trick Man they say they push P but they never claim trick I learned early on that most of ya'll ain't shit Blood 'posed to be thicker than water it ain't thick enough Seeing me in good health got 'em sick of us Most be Rob Dyrdek that's ridiculous Especially when they talk bad 'bout ya behind ya back Then they see you in person say "get a pic of us" Fake friends gotta tell em' take 10 Sometimes gotta swap your day ones for your day tens I forgive and forget but still I hate them Sometime your world sit still but your fate spins I probably woulda been bigger if I had stayed in my lane Didn't experiment with sounds, rap so much 'bout my pain Or went to content house when I was in LA And wasn't so committed to going against the grain Or if I did photoshoots when I hopped on the jet Or made sure to take pictures with the rappers I met Or if I didn't buy the Chevy and I copped me the Vette But I gotta be me, and I can't be the rest Black sheep Forever