Lyrics
Dream draft like I'm Steve Nash on a rampage
Cheap bag 'cause the weed wack like a landscape
Bro sad, went to rehab, hit a bad low
Hard pass, brought the lean back like Fat Joe
Back stroke, put the kids back on her backbone
That get the kids a little embarrassed like a dad joke
Hat low, I'm a red flag with a cash flow
Red flag like I'm Chinese on a flag pole
I be on every computer all around the whole globe
Feed Macs and I feed Dells like Castro
Feed Macs and I feed Dells like Castro
Stay next to my OG like Maco
Call me T, jump in TV, where the remote?
T cuddle? No
Tea kettle, good for your throat
T cuddle? No
T kettle, let's party
Have a ball and I hold the ball like the golf tee
You all the way soft, bitch I don't play golf
I'm a god-made saint with a Caucus face
And a half black lung from the heartbreak days
I'm a concrete kid with a concave brain
Doing conquest quiet like we cut cocaine
I'm a phantom to my opps like Phantom of the Opera
Wicked on stage like Broadway plays
Wicked on stage like Broadway plays
Make 'em nosedive like MJ face
Turn a bitch ghost white like MJ face
Give the greatest hits like MJ gems
Make a pro po fall like MJ's death
And I beat kid's ass like MJ's dad
And I fuel hoes up like methane gas
(Fuel hoes up like methane gas)
(Fuel hoes up like methane gas)
(Fuel hoes up like methane gas)
(Fuel, fuel, methane gas)
Methane, I will not date till my death date
Good friend, not a boyfriend for the friend's sake
Won't be in a picture frame, just a bedframe
Treat them like a pet before I give them a pet name
Pet name, give them all jobs, get a friend paid
You give me a big Benz like UK
I give you a Lexus like Texas
One day we gon' pass cars like left lane
Pass cars like a left lane on the highway