[ Featuring Skipp ]
Niggas treated Myrtle Beach like Florida We had jet skis on the water, bad bitches on
The back, sorry Somebody daughter like its bike week had
Em coming in and out the spot, boy, they was cycling
Never really saw em more than once, we weren't recycling
Always telling Rich the same line, there's no one like him
And I tend to agree, my dog got an itch, so I had to flee, boy, I was gone on him
Used to be an alien of the state, I couldn't phone home
But when I pulled up, know the Hemi had the chrome on
Like a big-timer, I just wanna get my roll on
And the paint lookin' like that shit had just been poured on
My nigga, in the rain, so many people hatin', but that just don't stop a thing
Just stick to your mission and your team gon' get a ring
Stick to what you're feelin', you have banners in the ceiling
Real nigga radio, that's how I'm feelin
Yeah, just give it to them like that
We just some country boys comin' out their little village and shit
Na I'm talking about thriving and prospering and shit
It's like a mini Wakanda if you come take a look
Yeah, we just gon' keep doing what we're doing though
Building and growing, reaping and sowing
From the pyramids to the trees
This sound like beautiful women and good trees
I'm talking thick with the good knees
Can't keep my hands up off her cookies
Over my dead body only way you get this pussy
Shit, I ain't no killer, but don't push me
I might just knock you off, baby girl, and keep it pushing
Or I might pass you off to my dog and hit your sister
Or I might just ignore all your calls and be dismissive
Or you can come and ride with a nigga and just listen
Now let me keep it pimpin, the name of the game is complete the mission
I know your heart been broke before, baby, I'm trying to fix it
And I'm just trying to build you up, baby, and get these riches
Have you ever heard of Rich Winns? Yeah, me and him handle business
That was a subtle flex, baby, I don't care about your friend list
Or who done hit before me or who you got on your hit list
Cause all I know is how you gon' help me rake in these digits
And help a nigga live the life he's supposed to be living
You see, baby, cause everything that glitters ain't gold
And everything that shivers ain't cold
You in the presence of a God, baby
I need more than that motherf*cking head
I need that motherf*cking soul
Pentagram shit
Love
