Letras
Astronaut
Alright, Yeah
Fuck going on man?
Huh, yeah
Ever since I walked in, had big shoes to fill, you'd think I'm Shaq size
Pour some THC drank in a bowl and then get baptized
One, two, three, four, FUCK! crew like the Fab-Five
You don't got no motherfuckin' motion, pockets flat-lined
It's cool, but don't fuck around and get on my bad side
I pull my money out to see the progress, you the graph type
Was born a bag chaser, been gettin' money since my past life
Bro like Ray Lewis with the sack, I'm Warren Sapp like
Come again and make sure you correct, go check my stat line
Surround yourself with what you wanna be like, you got to draft right
Yo, bitch, got you on a tight leash, you a asswipe
Got power of attorney with the hunnids, I got the bag rights
Think about the shit that you just said, did you rationalize?
Moving reckless got me caught up, I had to strategize
No, you ain't caught up with me yet, you still the back of the line
In case you forgot who you fuckin' with, I came back to remind
These edibles ain't shit, oh fuck, wait I'm actually high
I hate a motherfucker who don't shut up and try to backseat drive
Designated so the driver sober, but the backseat fried
Method worth a million, can't give the sauce that shit classified
Bitch, I've been the motherfuckin', AHHH
Bitch, you already know that I'm the, god damn
Bitch, you know that I'm the CEO, call me the mastermind
No, you don't contribute to the plan, you just a passerby
When you shop, leave me a review to know you satisfied
Had told coach I'll hit it out the park, I got a batter's mind
Can't crunch the numbers, they've been growin' faster than I can analyze
Sayin' that you better than us, what?, you can't combat with mines
I'll get over you in about a minute, I can't get over chicken
Once it's bad blood, believe you gone, like a Jehovah's Witness
We the A-team, you in the G-league, the way we ball is different
Educated and intelligent, you need to know the difference
I take cash, I don't trade in, that's T-Mobile's business
European sneaks, exotic leather, even the sole expensive
Bank statement came back for the month, told me to slow my spending
Everything I say is for motivation, you got the wrong incentive
P.O. got me pissin' in a cup, I'm on a sober bender
The first of the month, you eatin' steak, the 30th no dinner
Distracted from the road, I almost merged and hit into a fender
They thought about competing till they heard I'm number one contender
I don't know what's worse, a silver spoon or a gold digger
Ever since I came up out the womb, I been a go-getter
I don't drink, cause it take over me, I can't control liquor
Personally, no, I don't give a fuck and I don't got no filter
Money flippin', doin' acrobatics, I'm the gold winner
You don't got the full picture yet, you like a old printer
Wake up every day with the intention of gettin' more richer
They told me go big or go home, I told them go figure
Bitch, Yeah
Oh my fuckin' God
Uh, yeah yeah
Okay, fuck