This the level that would be
Homies wanna rap with me
Hella thotties at my feet
Hella money cuz I eat
Mega million lottery
Baby momma sucking me
Try catching up to me
This the level that would be
Remember the time I was running broke
I'm putting in work, I'm chasing the flow
But chasing this money is making me woke
Chasing a chick, my heart is broke
Chasing a flex, I'll be running broke
Making a mil has become the goal
Pen to the paper, i'm finding gold
Moving through space like an astronaut
Cheeks in my face, I'm an asstronaut
Blunt with a lace, I be cappin, uh
Nut on your face when I'm done with ya
Stacking my bread like a bakery
Getting some head on a balcony
Your girl giving dome to the soccer team
Got hoes on my phone but they not with me
Stacking my money like Legos
Nut in your girl now she preggo
She blow up my phone like it's C4
She giving some dome on her knees though
Damn it feels good to be high
Damn it feels good to be flying
Damn it feels good to be winning and killing the villains who hating on me when I'm trying
Dab me up, wrap me up
Filling the room with some incense
Lit with the green, does it make sense?
I got the protection, no latex
Reading up new information
Keeping up with conversations
Reeling the rhythm and sizzle the beat
With a bit of my green to make green and blue faces