Smell the lie in the air from the bamboo I don't hear what I can't do I seen cools disappear what they man knew Been a slow month, nothing came the whole month I need a whole front but watch how they all front Rappers see me stressed with a fully armed Quick to show me they success but they'll put me on I'm roaming around vexed with a hoodie on Keep asking myself what I could have done Sometimes your past present make you grab weapons Ain't no half stepping less you have measure My juice connect told me this my last beverage On the arm to my palm, get a bag fetish Small blessings but it's all lessons Finger fuck the trigger's what we call sexting My man want to do it, he called it broad texting I said cool, we could get him right before breakfast 'Fore we hit dirty kids give him a thirty clip Hand him the bag like 2Pac on his birdie shit Laker Jersey, NBs, James Worthy fit Go fuck around and serve the D's on the early tip Sound boy, this is ground ball We're smacked into the wall but I bounced off Thirty five O's, you a ounce off And never fail when them hoes be your downfall You got it so confused so she moved quick The only thing it be that dude that you moved with Hand in hand, split it equal, went to school with But you don't love her, it's your ego that she fool with No, I'm something like Kobe, I always was fly homie Ripped jeans too worn under the coyote 63 coupe all white, the pipe's chrome Arm out, berg all ice, designer Rollie Keep two with ice on me From here to Wyomie Y'all know me, shirt Yeezy, wild holy Porsche GT old model, Naomi Trump president shit's sad, it's type spooky Throw a garbage can through the glass just like Mookie I don't give a fuck 'bout your past, you not loopy Addicted to cash like crack it got pooky Streets callin', three warrants, cop's stoolie Sleep, yawnin', four words: "Do not shoot me!" Move raw, hittin' it right in the parked hooptie Throw it off wrap it in rice you got sushi G shit, hundred K, your wig split Gold saint medallion, gay, this mink trench Jail pose with gangsters taking street pics Peter Shoe at the party, blaze the sequence Derby high moon, Herdy that cool Rats that turn goons, we call them raccoons Got bagged up and you servin' cat food Black coat, black joes with black news I had my foot in the game while I stood in the paint One foot in the game, the other foot in the bank Lifestyle and the fame, I was hooked to the bait Fishin, lookin' for weight in the kitchen cooking for eight Was a rookie with faith with no Rollie but I'm coming I'm going in, don't need no pen, my mind running They all winning I'm just sitting like "Naw fuck it" Was just minutes from at the label with Nas covered Interscope buggin' ain't even stressed at So I left that, found Khaled where we the best at Me and my next track for the ladies they ain't even expect that But they neglect that, did it well, now where the rest at? Keep shoutin' they need the album You speak about 'em, know about 'em before you doubt 'em Could be without 'em, streets love 'em, you know they got 'em Leap from that bottom, been a problem straight out of Harlem