Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal They cheated 12 albums, 4 years, and that's a record still Head to the sky like Emmet Till off the stepping wheel And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real Rolls Royce Cullinan, 4 doors 'cause my son in it I'm driving down the garden to Toronto home city With 2 tings that I partnered up, playing putter and possum Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUV's That drop us to the back-door entrances, stress relief And no less indeed, the shooters is pressing like refugees And the fee at the entrance way too high just to let 'em free What can't alarm me is whose crew's finna harm me My little dudes move like new recruits in the army And all they see is food, shrimp, scallops, and calamari I galavant at a Barbie while they gather back at your party, uh Should let the women I fuck raw an unprotected Like fuck if you get pregnant, I'll keep it Keep a secret only in town for a weekend I'm dating women knowing I'm cheating for foreign reasoning Fuck y'all niggas throwing y'all beef in I'm going vegan with Heaven's timing Shooting and set designing Then moving like I sold 10 million records in record timing I did, then I kept on climbing I started at 90 and ran the plays and private agendas Tryna get fly but niggas tried and I kindly reject 'em They ran my name through the mud, but I'm finally respected This here out of the plan, this more of a God purpose This here out of my hands, this'll never feel like 2012 Signing to Sean Kingston for clout and advance I'm still proud of that man, know I fell out from his hand He didn't do me worse than... and all of his friends Them niggas out of this world, they came out of the sands I'm still bout it my mans, thought this shit was mad love Till I seen my album advance They took radio from me, I stayed proud of my stance I kept slapping the world with hits like I powdered my hands I would've been 10 times bigger if Wasn't being bitter and doubted my chance Threatening to shelf my whole career for 5 years As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance I got out by a chance Them nights was like the Superbowl watching out from the stands God don't make things happen by chance And it's some things you gon' have to experience I'm dapping up the board of office and passing the clearance He always makes a corny joke 'bout my rapper appearance Then I do a fake laugh that he catches like pass interference I fly back into Paris, blunt smoke, ash on my terrace My competition's just an empty ass class full of chairs Talking to myself, it's lonely minus the fact that I'm here I'm tryna see all of my niggas blossom Mariah selling shows, Coachella her first year And minus all the times we disagree, I'm still here Pierre, Papi you're 'bout to be a whole millionaire Davo coming out the cut with a chick with Sicilian hair Mansa dropping next month, you niggas should be in fear Watching Melli do the numbers like she running track and field Plus we just got Kaash in here And it's all Umbrella army, I'm full attack mode forreal New Toronto 3, I'll leave it at that And ain't nobody fucking with me, folk, I'll keep it at that, yeah The next move is going fully independent And any label offer under 100 mil' is just offensive, I promise
Compositores: Charles Walter Dumazer (C Sick), Daystar Peterson ECAD: Obra #26150148