Lyrics
Yeah (Matt, what up?)
Hmm (it's on the way)
I'm out here for real, dig, ya heard me? Audible
High and low, high and low
Pronto (pronto), I got it coming in, pronto (woo)
Stuffing the check in the console (ooh)
Then throw the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my ho, now I'm free at last
Want me to be fake, can't agree with that (woo)
Having my way, now I'm free at last
Yeah, having my way, now I'm free at last
Having my way, now I'm free at last
Pronto, I got 'em coming in, pronto (free at last)
Stuffing the check in the console (yeah)
Then throw the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
I look at everybody 'round me different
I know agenda's always probably hidden
Bread winners sticking to the mission
Depression'll disappear while doing fitness
I come from cooked dope over crack stove
Clutching fishing poles in the kitchen
Open doors come from dealing lows
Tryna hit the road in the Bentley
I'm making progress, I can not digress
Dick in your bitch to for comfort or digest
My heart done got colder, but I done got stronger (woo)
Shoutout to Pyrex, she just showed me a twin sister
I'm a general, I wanna try that
Dior shopping, Brasi poppin', stop it
Walk anybody, go in a studio, make me a movie (woo)
Pressure, apply that (hmm)
Lawn service, cuttin' grass, hundred yard dash
Thumbing through a bag, peel all tag
Kill the gram, send a letter to my fans, catch me if you can
Transform that to a half a million, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't stop shining
Choreograph, dance on me when it glisten (grr)
I'm on a grind and I crunch it out
I'm boss slanging iron and I punch it out
Get out of line, I'ma punch it on
Pronto (pronto), I got it coming in, pronto (woo)