| As you come out to the light |
| Can your eyes behold the sight? |
| It’s only Monday |
| Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late |
| Just so you remember who you dealing with |
| The number don’t change, I know who the chemist is |
| Brick by brick, we kept open dealerships |
| Mitch by mitch, we built up our villages |
| Seeing you rappers apply for the stimulus |
| Living a lie but die for your images |
| It’s guns involved like cowboys and Indians |
| You Trackhawk niggas are not my equivalent |
| Flew your bitch to Cuba for the thrill of it |
| But I ain’t go, to show you what you shoulda did |
| Ten inch chains to hide all my blemishes |
| My Joker smile, you know who the villain is |
| Just so you remember who you dealing with |
| Look outside, the landscape ridiculous |
| Motion lights surrounded meticulous |
| Architectural Digest my premises |
| She just spent a million on the finishes |
| Millionaires were made out of middlemen |
| That hole in the attic was not for a ceiling fan |
| Army Celine, the wardrobe is militant |
| And army fatigue when I talk pyramids |
| Just so you remember who you dealin' with |
| The purest snow we sellin' white privilege |
| Designer drugs will turn niggas limitless |
| Designer clothes, these hoes losing innocence |
| The book of blow, just know I’m the Genesis |
| As you come out to the light |
| Can your eyes behold the sight? |
| It’s only Monday |
| Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late |
| Just so you remember who you dealin' with |
| His Pyrex talks but I’m the ventriloquist |
| Language different, I’m damn near an immigrant |
| A song with any of you niggas, I’m disinterested |
| The needle is sharp, but they ain’t shooting insulin |
| You missing the point, these drums ain’t Timbalands |
| Never thought we’d go to war |
| After all the things we saw |
| It’s April Fool’s Day |
| Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late |
| We fight for the bill, you niggas still chipping in |
| You Google to death, the shit I get driven in |
| My boys in the hood is mixed with the menaces |
| The cane is sugar and cut by Dominicans |
| Open the box, it’s like ten Christmases |
| My folks in the box is serving life sentences |
| I’ve lived in a world that never leaves witnesses |
| Just so you remember who you dealin' with |
| Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late |