[Zoink Gang:]
Oh wow
You want the next part, kablaow
Yeah, kablaow, yeah
Hold up, oh wow, sh*t
That's the part
sh*t, I'm proud
The track
Got a whole lot of cash
Kablaow
I put a hole in your
Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass, I'm proud (But)
I got a whole lot of cash, kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (And then), I'm out
Like a motherfu*kin' lamp
[J. Cole:]
Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, ni**a?
Don't believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead
Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination
I done seen worse for real right there off 'Yac and behind gas station
Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young
From overexposure to the vultures
And prey on them like pastors is supposed to
If they wasn't so concerned about the tags that's on they clothes, but
Guess that's how it goes, fu*k it, what do I know?
Ain't been in service since Jim Jones had somethin' with Hov
I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums
In years that my ni**as got blood on they sneakers from bodies they might've caught
I don't judge no one, I'm just knowin'
At night, when it get quiet, that sh*t could fu*k with 'em
And if it don't right now, it's gon' catch up to 'em
Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh
My ni**as blowing loud like an elephant
It's helpin' 'em to cope, I don't do nothin' if it don't
Make somethin', make a dollar
Make me wonder, make me prouder
Make me karma, make me better
I ain't no killer, don't make me have to, ni**a
You want my spot, well maybe after, ni**a
So active on the radio, I'm radioactive, ni**a
That's a bar, I had to give it to 'em
Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room
And I feel like the world is ending soon
Is there any good or bad? Well that's depending on you
And if you wake up in time
I know it's better to be sleep, that's why we hate the alarm
I feel you
[Zoink Gang:]
Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass (She got a big old bu*t), I'm proud (What?)
I got a whole lot of cash (Racks, racks), kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (And then), I'm out
Like a motherfu*kin' lamp
[KEY!:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Bizness Boi
Yeah, uh
Oh yeah
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this sh*t here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this sh*t here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
[Maxo Kream:]
The way I'm robbin', ni**as say I'm gonna die
I bought a baby Draco carbon, that's a motherfu*kin' lie
Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly
Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip)
Maxo talk a lot of sh*t but is he really 'bout that life? (Say what?)
Is a pig's pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (That's right)
Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side
I keep a savage that'll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride
These ni**as janky than a b*tch, I do my sh*t up on my lonely
So I can't trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy
Traphouse serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK
Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like I'm Tr3yway
Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin' smokey like I'm Dae Dae
Runnin' out of dog food like I fed Chico
Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo
I'm slangin' bricks like Craig, I'm tryna drop these bows
[KEY!:]
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this sh*t here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ayy
What this sh*t here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
[JID:]
Look
Alright, I fu*ked up my whip 'cause I'm high and I swerve
Sorry that I scared you, I didn't do that on purpose
My life been fu*ked up so I got problems with my nerves
My hands get sweaty