f** you thought it was, boy?
Eastside sh**, n***a
One up
Mobbing in the two-door
Looking like the new Hov
Pockets on fat Albert
Last name Pujols
So many groupie b**hes in the condo it's a group home
And these n***as acting like they Jordan when they Luc Long
Forgiato two tone
Pour me out, I'm too strong
Slanging hard wood, not the type of sh** you hoop on
Super Bowl flows but I still get my Manute on
Young JJ Redick, boy, don't make me get my Duke on
Boy, I been out here too long
Young boss n***a, I'm at V Live with a suite on
Drinking smart water with a fruit bowl
Boy, I got old ventures with your new hoe
I'm tired of these n***as
No, I'm not a k**er but I gotta pull the trigger
Put an end to your lives, my n***a
And in the end only a true survive, n***a
I ain't gotta lie, lie
n***a, I ain't gotta lie, lie
I ain't gotta lie to these b**hes
I ain't gotta lie, I ain't gotta lie
Young n***a established
Closest full of ballast
Golf course clean, today I'm pulling out the caddy
24 years old and still got grudges with my daddy
That's some sh** I can't get over like I caught a flat in traffic
My fan base expanding, doing shows in Spanish
Married women going nuts, her husband last name Planters
I upgraded my standards, I ain't f**ing no more dancers
And all my whips tinted like the master went camping
Lacks to the floor, I been planning sh**
n***as better react to the flow, I'm the man this year
And I'mma f** your girlfriend again this year
And every n***a that was hating he a fan this year