Finish it from across the waters And we got your bitch hot and bothered Came in the rooms with amateur novice Play the bench and flip it to starters Ghetto gods we taking it farther Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs I can feel it across the waters Yeah, and so it seems I was Top Dawg, Martin Luther King Dirty work to get the W in rings I'm the one that hit the board and set the screens Maybe Malcolm gets his shit by any means, yeah Balancing highs with the lows Black kings here, check the guns at the doors My bitch too exclusive, keep the cameras on the flow Yeah, it's for the hooligans and hustlers Narrative to cancel out our leaders, y'all some busters Hov come from where we came from, so we trust 'em So if I see a NFL deal, I know what's coming Get that on the back end To reach my dream, I had to damn near sell my Lexus I had to live my worst days to write my best shit And now it's envelope money, get the message Yeah, yeah Finish it from across the waters And we got your bitch hot and bothered Came in the rooms with amateur novice Played the bench and flip it to starters Ghetto gods we taking it farther Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs I can feel it across the waters The ones you least expect, and leave you on stuck They done fucked over some real ones, so homie, I'm done Brody, I told me it's up, we at them high levels Fresh back home from vacay, only time I settled Couple of my day ones down, they can't get bail I was on that plug shit way back in 2012 Got a demon with a hot style, pussy good as hell Time flying just like me in traffic and good Chanel I'm just reversing the V12 while I'm ashing You ain't gotta compliment the wave, I know I'm splashing Chevron tape, Ron Flo's, Hit-Boy gassing We on that summer madness, stay on that summer sadness Going out bad like four-year-olds Didn't see a psychic, but I know what my fortune holds 'Cause I do my job, I think we the 24 Lynch Mob Might run up in your office with a bat and break a laptop This ain't the whole picture, this just a snapshot They think I ain't got the shit crackin' and they doing crack rock Hooping on the blacktop, taught me dealing with scars You can still get back to it and reach the stars Three cigars in at the lounge, I'm making rounds Try and show big hitters' more out there than weighing pounds We damn near like a pops to each other Big brother, sins of my father, I'm praying I don't suffer Finish it from across the waters And we got your bitch hot and bothered Came in the rooms with amateur novice Played the bench and flip it to starters Ghetto gods we taking it farther Candle light 'cause we lost some martyrs I can feel it across the waters