Sometimes I just wanna say fuck the world, I don't give a fuck Shoot it out with all you bitches, bitches don't love me Young black nigga, nigga fightin' the world, nigga Everywhere you go, bitches throwin' rocks, nigga Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini Seen a Cuban kilo, I was fifteen Dillon Yayo never had my teeth cleaned Restricted license, but I'm so divisive I know the snipers and I flow the nicest Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogee shoot Multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots The bank accountant called the Holy Ghost I say the bank accountant called the Holy Ghost Hoppers try me for my Jewish chicks Eight days of Christmas every day a newer gift I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas That leather jacket baby with the six zippers Suicide or rather crucified I prophesize your whole crew demise But two little wifers out in Cuba, nigga Shoot you, let you bleed out, that's how they do it, nigga Huh, you niggas don't believe in God From this very moment, you should believe in God Half of my niggas headed to Attica Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor Diabetes rampant in my bloodline Now I'm Fatboy, be happy to see the sunshine I'm here for results, baby, let's cut the chase Sticky fingers and paper, D.A. will drop the case Art Basel with Leo, I blew 300 with him Two-seaters for all the soldiers who runnin' with him Asked a hundred women, yeah, they wanna hit him I be half-awake and still be runnin' in them Two new leaders fight and get me through the night Bowling alley in the basement, but we still shootin' dice Rich forever, killer, take my old advice Better yet, take my old bitches and mold them right And if I want her back, I come and take her back Santorini, Greece, I put it on the map At some points, you niggas gotta be grateful Matulu, Shakur I know you dread touchin' the floor, nigga We in the last days, these racist agendas Blatant double standards because I'm a nigga Jesse Jackson on them people payroll When you black lips chap, cause the game cold I'm givin' niggas jobs when I sing songs White man love me when I get my bling on But you hate me buyin' real estate in foreign land Respect my genius or my people pour the shed Room full of cloaks and they count votes Million man march and I'm takin' notes Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost Facin' tax evasion, niggas sell they soul So sellin' dope was the path we chose And now it's boats in the Bel Air Rose Rich niggas in the setting stone Neck Rocky, Sylvester Stallone See me and Capri are the Mandis Santorini, Greece with a dime piece My money long, you know I'm out your reach Only fat nigga joggin' on the beach Versace underwear, but see the ass crack Oblivious to how I wrap it, my cash stack I'm a pistol toe, the fuck I'm portin' for If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take them all to war My favorite shorty out of Baltimore Every Chanel you know I bought it for All her arguments, she never call the law I love her home, but hid the money in the walls Constant visits from the ATF So I copped some cribs in the ATL Martha Stewart decorated both Snoop Dogg donated the smoke It's Chinese arithmetic And it all add up It all add up Big Dawg Big Boss Big Boss