Six months since I hit the stu'
I see y'all still ain't take advantage though
I'm back on it wit the hand to throat
This shit sick with no antidote
We keep live when the cameras cut
You won't survive with low stamina
Going "Hammer Time" with it
You gotta focus on your own business now
You gotta stay out mine nigga
I'm tryna triple up my net
Then do the rest for the set
Type of shit to get you some respect
1 800 I come collect
Always stayed coordinated
Thank god my niggas made it
All grown up but we all choices
No Nike's when I flex my forces
Late night but I'm on some more shit
Pop 1 but I watch my portion
Bills paid so it's no discussion
Skilled trade gotta cut that cut that check
No shade when I hop back on that jet
Can't flex out on all my chicks just yet
Still ain't pulled out my baddest bitch just yet
Hey
I just want tall thick things
I just wanna ball but I'm not 6'8"
But I make them plays and trades
Calculations going crazy
My mind be racing maybe
I might be going crazy too
But I make these moves
My moms ain't cool
My bro need tools and private school
In the hills tryna make the lute
No ties but I follow suit you know me dog
But I raised the bar
Like the rooftop of A&R's
You tell that man he could buy these bars
You wanna be famous huh
You wanna make it huh
You think you made of something
I fee like Luke Cage or something
I ain't afraid of nothing
You could never stunt
Know the OG but don't need a front
Only pulled up just to smoke a blunt
Remind these niggas that I'm focused up
If you don't know whats up
I still hit the box and I'm posted up
These days there I'm like Post Malone
But you'll never catch me singing to hoes
I chase Christina millions I