Turn me, aye I’m feeling this one ok
You broke ain't it obvious
Keep my distance like binoculars
In God We Trust, In God We Trust
I see his true colors, Golden Gate
Pack touchdown Golden Tate
Only Lord knows my fate
So fuck it roll an eight, blow that K
We got die anyways
Ain’t pessimistic, but these scripts got me lifted
Yerc truly, it was written
Riding dirty still whippin
No sunflower seeds but I’m Spittin
Still Sippin Still
On occasion, Got that white like a Caucasian
Couldn’t care if you was hating
Cause yo bitch top amazing
Yo wallet looking spacious in other words vacant
Yo dro looking ancient we ain’t the same face it
Im receiving payments, You be writing statements
Im just saying
We ain’t nowhere near the same placement bitch
Snow on rocky no ice don’t play hockey
Even at my lowest bet she still gon top me
Try to stop me, please try to stop me
Still got the drive even when the vision foggy
How you say I’m yo dawg but be moving like a hoe
Everybody be moving funny so I stay on toes
Trust me I know more than what you know
Best believe I know more than what they now
That goes for anybody moving slimey
Bunch of snakes for crumbs start moving grimey
Perfect timing man Fuck perfect timing
Just like the sun YCR forever shining
Like a hurt bitch I’m back on bullshit
Y’all rather have new bitch than a new whip
No Goals, Lost soul
You really just a bum, type to fold on god
Bitch Im so gone
Bitch Im so gone
Bitch Im so gone
Top me in the mornin