Letras
It's only right (uh)
Gotta talk about this money
I've been hearin' spirits, I'm talkin' to ghosts (I hear 'em)
Life been kind of different, I parked up in a Ghost (skrrt)
I never been religious, won't talk to the pope (I won't)
The water calm me down, we could talk on the boat (come on)
The ocean got me cool, we could talk on the yacht (come on)
I see him posted on the corner, can't talk on the block (we off then)
My pockets got the mumps, I've been walkin' with knots
We've really from the dirt, we've been rollin', just wanted to rock (rollin')
My mama kicked me out, I just wanted a spot (hey, mama)
Niggas try to jump me, I wanted a Glock (Glock fever)
I ain't know what time it was, I just wanted a clock
No disrespect to Diddy, I never wanted CÏROC (ain't want it)
That vodka make me throw up like a banshee, nigga (damn)
Pull up with more cookies than your pantry, nigga
I never ran from niggas, Black Lives Matter, I took a stand with niggas
Shout-out to my mama and my pop, y'all made a handsome nigga
Never dance with niggas, eggs in the mornin' was scramblin', nigga
Just thinkin' about that crib out in the Hamptons, nigga (uh)
I was rockin' Coogi, now my life a movie
Make sure you bring your camera with you
I'm good all by myself, ain't gotta stand with niggas (dolo)
The homie died, I was devastated (dev), the opp died and we celebrated
You wifey, she a side, I know you devastated (ah)
I used to live my life in a rush, now I got better patience (slow down)
Spirits talking to me, I can't shake him, I'm devastated (yeah)
We gonna lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today
Just because he wanna talk fly today
Knowing damn well he could die today
Now his ass up and they fly away
Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today
Now he wanna blame he was high today
Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today, today
The butcher comin', nigga
I'm from Western New York with a powder comes off
The city where OJ Simpson ran two-thousand-plus yards
And the tourists never visit, the dope boys six figures up
But keep grindin' 'cause that quarter ain't a million
Where an alphabet boy snap them pics when they slide through
We made the strip look like a Chick-fil-A drive-thru
So this verse I'm ventin' 'cause if I don't get no therapy
It's gonna be black whip spinnin' and funeral attendin'
Paranoia and light sleep been wearin' on me life deep
I'm in every ghetto like Arizona Ice Tea
Soprano gang, you're not a boss unless you handle things
We old gangsters like the Lucky Luciano days
Street execs, godfathers
Eyes shut, prayin' this beat will just turn my chain into DMX dog collar
Born scholars who turn true stories to more dollars
This pump knock you 15 yards like a horse collar
Every other year, need a Benz I could crawl out of
Sad, only broke niggas think money can solve problems, live that (yeah)
We gonna lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today
Just because he wanna talk fly today
Knowing damn well he could die today
Now his ass up and they fly away
Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today
Now he wanna blame he was high today
Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today, today