[ Featuring Landstrip Chip ]
The day just started, I just left Neiman's
Got four black Lambo's, lookin' like demons
I got four red-heads lookin' legions
Forgiato rims, I'm comin' out speedin'
Billie Jean callin' me, talkin' 'bout babies
Nigga, f*ck the odds, I'm breakin' out even
Black pepper on my cutlets, chicken seasoning
I got niggas selling food for no gosh damn reason
I need the whole loaf, can't give me one slice
If I f*cked her once, now I'm f*ckin' it twice
Real nigga 4L, nigga, that's life
The whole gang 4L, ride or die
Yeah, I'm a dog, gotta spray these flies
I only talk facts and a nigga don't speak
My niggas bust shots, put 'em in a league
When they released, put 'em down six deep
I only need dead friends
Benjamin Franklins
No time fi a wasteman
Trust dem pon di first bend
I only need dead friends
Benjamin Franklins
No time fi a wasteman
Trust dem pon di first bend (No)
I don't need no new friends
I been tyin' up loose ends
Pullin' off the lot in a new Benz
New Rolex on my wrist like Ben 10
I been countin' up dead guys
Jumpin' on the flights, red eyes
Know them niggas mad 'cause I sped by
I don't want the bitch, I'm just seein' what the head like
Visions of the top, I just want the guap
I don't need a lot (yeah)
Money counter spin, pocket of bands
Love my dead friends
Racks comin' in
Now these bitches wanna f*ck me and my friends (no cap)
Back then, I was knockin'
Thotties, they would never let me in (woo)
Now, money the topic (yeah)
If you ain't got it, we can't talk
I fell asleep countin' them hundreds
I need me a bed and a bank vault
Now, I gotta lean (lean) when I stand
Too much money on me, I can't walk
I just told my nigga, "Put the beam on his head
Leave his brains on his tank top," yeah
(Escucha don dada)
F*ck this shit, I don't know
My brothers come in colors
We touch road and we on the way to get the mission done
We don't got no time for play-play but we headed to funds
Oh, no-no-no-no-no
I spilled whiskey on my shirt
She done sext me with all them curves
Way to go, I had to divert from the mission
That's my own fault
I tend to get intoxicated when I f*ck up on decisions
Lie down, Dirty Diana's my weakness
Here comes another one, taking my niceness for weakness (no, no)
Look at what you've done (no, no)
Look at what you've done
Look at what you've done
Look at what you've done
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (yeah)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (mama, mama)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (mama)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (mama)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (mama, ma)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na (mama, yeah)
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na
This prison of mine
This prison of mine
This prison of mine
I can't get out
