And I said: Well, now, this is— did the right thing, you know?
Al, Al, uh
May this slice of red velvet cake
Fix your heartache along with this Jodeci tape
Let it play in my Z/28
I'm down to earth yet outer space sense of humor
But about my business, I don't play (I don't play)
I know what I'm doing, knee-deep in the funk, baby
My outfit ruined, she in my dressing room steaming me a new one
Looking like money, tryna make so much of it
They send a check with that sweater to make sure I wear it in public
I would've bought it for myself because I dug it, but fuck it
Some of the perks from this rap hustlin'
She arguing with her husband, then she text to see if I was doing something
Secret rendezvous, you know how we do
Hush, hush, and time freeze when she with a G
She don't wan' rush it
She can never have me, but she still love it
In the studio, the composition under construction
The audio journey, as you listen, you can see it and touch it
My sweats was a grand, and you can't see the brand
Plastered all over the motherfucker, so you don't understand
I'm fresh for real, check the date and the seal
This is the deal, this is really the field
Some get rich, some get killed
Some dreams get shattered, some dreams get lived out to the fullest
Like this nigga here became a millionaire just from being chill
Al
Why the hell do you wanna quit?
You're making more goddamn money than you ever made in your life
