We the best music, murder rap, murder rap, put up Grants, Jackson, Franklin's, got it *** the D.A. on my way here, I made some millions on my way here, n***a I seen you comin' on my way here, I let my ass out for my way here, n***a Beniaga with the brain bust open, That new Musane got the brain bust open Played on racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar, Load my gun, cock it back and then I'm full start I can't name how many times they try to clone me I can't name all the names that try to clone me It's dirty money, help me see the devil So diddy thots, no, they ain't forever My trials and tribulations, playin' out on vlogs Spent 300,000 to build it, that's on all the cars That Maybach park itself, n***a That Range Rover came with steps, n***a Electric tables in the back, I'm in for a lemion He been 4'4 and all year, I put the Rollie on Trappin' good all year, I put the Rollie on They paradin' in the streets, you gotta keep the drum Say the prayer for my young n***a, know he dumb The murder rate goin' up, n***a I done ran this check up, n***a Get hit up from the neck up, n***a The dog yard lookin' like a graveyard Murder money, I'm in love with murder money Old friends of me, turn into my enemy My money and fame change n****s, and it's getting to me All my hard work and lonely nights, no sympathy Wanna send a hit, but too far in the industry I feel your energy, I know you n****s envy me They rep the gang, they bangin' it out the penitentiary I watch the *** come out your mouth and it's finicky I'm tryna love you without doubt and scream infinity When these millions on my mind, it's hard to be cohesive Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle Keep a Spanish Mamacita like I found Alita And I gave them all dope, and they *** I got my little hater babies, Wayne, so they can whack you I got my men for ten, n***a, Wayne to jack you I got some DC n****s, Wayne to kidnap you I got the clappers, finesses, and the trappers And before the rap check, you gotta go and dabble Don't forget the look of n****s when they after you I told Fergie I can see the future Told my bitch I love you before I knew you I know I'm blessed, n***a, hallelujah And if you ditch me, then I might shoot you You don't *** with me, the feeling mutual Hefty rap n****s, all the jewelry I was sellin' keys to success I was coppin' keys out of Texas New Wraiths with the stars in it New Porsche, condo, living room, cars in it Ace of spades with the Percocet and bars in it Young shooters, real socials, put their heart in it Let's talk about all this money we makin', all these n****s, they hatin' Let's talk about runnin' that bag up fast, cause we ain't got no patience Let's talk about poppin' scripts and xans like we Patience And them feds' allegations of how you pacin' Million-dollar dope, boy, I gotta be grateful You tryna get that 100 mil, I'ma race you Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap n***a Billboard reporter L.A. Reid just signed a trap, n***a New York Times' Red Jay-Z just signed a trap, n***a Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard me, I bring it back, n***a We ***in' the money up, I'm bein' honest Gotta be grateful I never break the promise I know my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me I heard my hood salty, I tried to tell her me My fault, it's just my blisses called me But since they hatin' on a n***a, I'ma keep ballin' And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin' She ain't ***in' first night, then she just miss her callin' *** a plea, I'm goin' to trial, poke her face, I'm all in Hit Felipe the AP, 40 mil, I'm all in Plug hit my land, I act like I ain't see him callin' I work so hard for a man, I'm tryna get some free bands I'm the king of the city, my house is Graceland No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man Then why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man, n***a?