| Simple mathematics, I’m fantastic and crafty |
| Cross me, cut ‘em, ammonia poured in the gashes |
| Shoot ‘em in the glasses, glass stuck in his lashes |
| He’s waitin' on traffic, me, I’m waitin' in traffic |
| If you did it big, my nigga, do it Jurassic |
| Double park on the drug lot, leave on your hazards |
| Shorty look young, but I’ll bet he’s a dirty bastard |
| I don’t give a fuck, I leave ‘em a dirty casket |
| .38 shell on his lips like it’s a Chapstick |
| Legs all up in the air like it’s a back flip |
| Chill, Goose, you way too cool, get on your cash shit |
| Hash in the bathtub, overseas and fast shit |
| I don’t stress killin' these niggas, I like laughin' |
| Joyous moments with the richer crowd |
| Catch the lick, bring the piff around, stick around |
| Now this ain’t the type of spot you bring the blick around |
| It’s the yacht to the helicopter, niggas lookin' hella problem |
| Hope niggas get the picture now |
| If not, you need a different lens, maybe you need different friends |
| All I know is shit is gettin' thicker now, goose, niggas |
| My eyes tell a story, there’s a pain in my soul |
| My hustle keep goin', hope I don’t lose control |
| I’m starin' in the mirror, ain’t the same as before |
| I could talk about it, but I roll up a smoke |
| Said my eyes tell a story, there’s a pain in my soul |
| My hustle keep goin', hope I don’t lose control |
| (Check, check, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m starin' in the mirror, ain’t the same as before |
| (Whoa, yeah, yeah, before, ‘bout it) |
| I could talk about it, but I roll up a smoke |
| (Yeah, I roll up) |
| Let’s roll up a smoke |
| Roll up a smoke, roll up, get smoked |
| Niggas be actin' like there is no afterlife so they just coast |
| I do the most (Most) like death, we swear upon death |
| And both you close off to the Madeline (Madeline) |
| Switchin' the paradigm (Ooh) |
| I need a paradise who’s stay, smells sweeter than Caroline |
| Got three stacks for the portables (Woo) |
| Retract from these overdue bills |
| Detached, I got more to prove still |
| Relapsed, I’m supposed to do mill', nigga |
| This is entitlement (Woo) |
| Uh, mama called it confidence |
| Papa said a dollar spent is nada since you can’t get it back |
| If you honor it, what did I do to get outta this? |
| I’m like whoa, whoa |
| Dealin' with shit like niggas who lie out the windpipe (What else?) |
| Navigate this life, actin' like shorty, I been pipe, life is a bitch |
| Uh, this right here is dedication (What else?) |
| This right here is hesitation (Alright) |
| Conquered, do not have with role models that demonstrations |
| I done rose up, had to be a grown up |
| Just to realize we your children that was forced to grow up |
| Heroes never showed up |
| Tried to read the signs, but it’s blocked by the ones they throwed up (Woo) |
| Pokin' down the pieces, said it’s worth it where you blow up |
| Uh, yeah, journey of a thousand miles (Yeah) |
| Smarter herb to make you smile (Woo) |
| Purchasing' it by the pounds, yeah |
| Flippers deeper than the now (Woo, woo) |
| Learn the haters in denial (Facts) |
| I ain’t got no time to waste (Ah) |
| I’m just here to make you proud |
| My eyes tell a story, there’s a pain in my soul (Cool) |
| My hustle keep goin', hope I don’t lose control |
| I’m starin' in the mirror, ain’t the same as before |
| I could talk about it, but I roll up a smoke |
| Said my eyes tell a story, there’s a pain in my soul |
| My hustle keep goin', hope I don’t lose control |
| I’m starin' in the mirror, ain’t the same as before |
| I could talk about it, but I roll up a smoke |
| I just roll up a smoke |