Okay, I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
Upper left to my death, but I'm getting cream on each coast
I mean, I reap what I sow, I'll probably smoke 'fore I eat
I'm off the bean in my home and I'll probably [?] 'fore I sleep
It's a couple hatin' from a local LA fitness, sleeved up
Mad they dreams ain't working, so they try to hate on me, what?
If I was y'all, I wouldn't broadcast my business
I got paper, work my job 'cause Twitter ain't where my business is
I had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing
Now I fly to Manhattan office, get blessed with whole collections
It's a new game
And they're starting the feeling, my old friends
Your budget resemble my loose change
My boot-chain all fucked up, y'all new prey
I'm next up, bitch, you late, recap my past six
Tyler bought a beam and a Rollie, a brand new mattress
I bought a bunch of drugs and I really haven't looked back since
Y'all past-tense, I'm staff-picked
Don't blast us, we're average
Your wack shit like cappin', I'm good
Just watch and take notes, imagine you could
I put stats on my books, I'm like: That's what it took?
I need Am Walks for Ambaum, I'm papped to my hood
And that's facts till the day over, I pray that you stay with us
Did Sway with a hangover, we used to sell painkillers
I'm way different, I'm way different
I make pictures, I'm way different
Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up
Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'
Do a little much, I need to ease up
You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'
Ride, grinning wide with my feet up
Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'
Do a little much, I need to ease up
You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'
Running, checking my Adidas, they say adiós
I'm the shit, I guess my potty is a pot of gold
Know a couple movin' weight just like they popular
Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more
Can't make you no promise
I need the top of my roof as a topic
'Cause it could go missing in traffic
Whether I spin it, to flip it
To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet
Put it on mamas and papi
Laughin' 'cause I got some options
Moves are black, I feel it back
I swerve through lanes, I'm cape-done
Need bank like K all caked up
Don't play like J, K made off
Can't save her, no, you can't save her
Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up
Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'
Do a little much, I need to ease up
You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'
Ride, grinning wide with my feet up
Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'
Do a little much, I need to ease up
You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin'
Mobbin'
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