Letras
Yeah, yeah
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look
Why niggas paintin' they nails and livin' fairytales?
I was sittin' up in my cell, I chose not to tell
I remember runnin' from 12, now we in V12
Thought I was surrounded by real, guess I ain't see well
Guess I gotta say my farewell, I need some fresh air
Thought I could take everyone there, but it got us nowhere
When I drop, I need to be felt, I never cared about how many we sell
Ay, Boonk, tell 'em about the women we shared
They say, "More money, more problems," I say, "More money, more tell"
When everything start fallin', that when it all gets clear
But now that's all in the rear, my future brighter than the ice in my ear
Ay, tell 'em ain't nobody nice as I am, for real
Yeah, for real, you know
A million dollar worth of game, nigga
Ten million in cash, nigga
Five on a house, nigga
The rest in my mouth, you know what the fuck goin'
Look, pieces on my neck, they barely cost me nothin'
Treat these racks like it ain't shit, 'cause I know it gon' keep coming
All these paper cuts, shit hurt in my thumb, but I keep thumbin'
They don't play with us, once I ring the alarm, just know they comin'
Look, 'Rari truck smashin' off the lot, me and cousin
Look, we was hot, but we beat that case, me and buddy
Look, double cup, pour up for lil' bro
Every time niggas mention us, we shot they shit up
Every time somebody mention us, the whole hood pullin' up
That McLaren trunk ain't big enough, that shit can't fit in there, too much stuff
I was pimpin' her, she bought me too much, uh, too much stuff
Ay, is it real enough? That shit can't fit in there, too much stuff
Look, free Q Money, all this shit here neat, I'm a foreign freak
Got a foreign fleet, foreign bitch sittin' in my passenger seat
She don't wanna go out to eat, she wanna eat, bitch, I been a P
Yeah, every time we fuck, she tell me it was made for me
My lil' bro a smacker, somethin' like Judge, yeah, major leagues