Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, fly nigga
Used to tote the Glock 40 on the bicycle
Now if you ain't got a strap, you can't ride with us
Swing the rod with both hands like I'm fly fishin'
I just count what I make and mind my business
I'm on cloud nine tryna find out if the sky the limit, yeah
I'm on a streak like I'm dryin' dishes
I ain't had to turn the scale on in so long that I kinda miss it
I'm up late checkin' paper like it's night school
I couldn't stop gettin' this money if I tried to
I got all these rap niggas scared of what I might do
I turn on the beat and I go stupid like Dwight Schrute
For this cheese, I'll turn you into Swiss cheese
Shootin' like Ice Cube, recruit me for Big3
I let the money talk for me, I just lip sync
Shooters in the room got you shakin' like a mixed drink
Money, women, and guns, et cetera
They givin' niggas sentences like newspaper editors
You can't sit at this table, my nigga, you don't belong here
On the road to glory, you ain't with me, then you roadkill
Callin' niggas out, I need more data on my phone bill
Brick after brick, I made a mountain out a molehill
Me myself, and I, I need to practice on my social skills
Fuck you if you're not fuckin' with me, that's how I'm 'posed to feel
Let's get everybody paid, I can lead the way
I don't need no leveler to make sure all my people straight
Trappin' all my life and my shoebox was like my CPA
If you pull my lever, then I'm spinnin' like a CSA
I can't let you niggas get too close, I need breathin' space
It cost to be the boss, I'm like it's gotta be a cheaper way
And if I ever accept less than what they owe us
Send the devil ice skates because hell has frozen over, word to Pif
Yeah
Because hell has frozen over, word to—
Long live Pif
Yeah
Let it play out, Kevin
