That last check was too big, I need some huh
That last check was too big, I need some richer friends
My pockets too damn bulky, like them Richard hands
Spent a fat wad on my wrist, now I got richer hands
Suite at the Ritz, run it up, dropping hella bands
My bitch cut up the woods like a Samurai
Brodie asked, Can I hold your bands for the camera
Gimme that, you can't f*ckin' count so imma run it back
Phony asses, only say the truth, don't got time for cap
My future so damn bright they call me Starchild
Might leave this ho before she get my heart tied
First let me do my dance
With bands in these f*ckin pants
What don't you understand?
I done it off one hit, no bum shit
I'm born from a sun, bitch
Superstar Saint, S-Superstar Saint
You condone it? Bitch so what, I own it
Had to go and make a couple bands by my lonely
R.I.P to Speaker Knockerz, we gon keep it rollin'
Bitch we be some speaker knockers, you know how we roll shit
Yeah, yeah
Everything I done ever did
Bitches running back for another lick
I been on my shit since 11 bitch
So don't talk to me like I'm new to this
I got here alone, who the f*ck is you
And I'm October, always been a ten
Put my heart over, f*ck a lil' trend
Just a lil' pressure and they all gon bend like
When it's all said and done, Imma always be the one
When it's all said and done, Imma do this shit till I'm dead
When it's all said and done, Who do I really got on my side
When it's all said and done, everybody in this bitch gon' die
Except me
When it's all said and done, Only man above me G-O-D