Текст песни
Light up ya favorite turn him to a pack of rapper weed
On this court I serve niggas I'm Andre Agassi
My songs hit the net it's an advanced class in mastery
Started off all for the love but now this shit is math to me
Grew to be a god I was nothing but I was nothing but a bastard seed
Blew past them all of them crabs u gassed as Elite
They stools under my feet god made them niggas stepping stones
I'm one of the best bringing these death all on the metronome
They bring a check to Rome I remember when I had to measure stones
Dancing with the devil in the terror dome plotting tryna bring treasure home
Now im the prize in all these hoes eyes them dog bitches tryna get a bone
Only thing she get is left alone rolling stone to the chromosome
Light up ya favorite turn him to a pack of rapper weed
On this court I serve niggas I'm Andre Agassi
Why go back and forth over the net they can match the Steeze
I rock em like the gold on my neck they all trash to me
The tribulations of the trap is what I had to see
Escaped it narrowly now we running up a bag in Greece