[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I, if I, dream
[Pre-Hook: Trinidad James] (x2)
I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one
And when I was a youngin' always did sh** that I shouldn't have done
Like running in these streets, running in these freaks
Mama always told me I was born to be a G
[Hook: Trinidad James]
Lost boys out in this lonely world
Lost boys out in this lonely world
All we know is d** and girls
All we know is d** and girls
[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
This ain't no cowboy sh**, man, this that Alpo sh**, fam
An ATL n***a that never fell for sh**, man
I always had to grind, story of my life
Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice
It's Casanova smooth, James cla**ic, b**hes with me
n***as straight up out the blue flame
Hot b**hes, Liu Kang
New to the port, n***a, call me butane
I'm so damn Hussein
n***as get to ask me a muthaf**in' question
A muthaf**in' question
I went from having nothing to my n***as copping sections
To rocking six gold rings
Then I had to go cop six more grains
sh** done change, man, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe
Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing
Took reality and put it in a mainframe b**h
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah
Walk inside a room, the b**hes offer up vagina
I'm eating Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China
Find a hoe's not a ho and strippers, but they ride the pole
Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir
A list of A-list celebrities sending me naked pictures
The higher I get the more money I make
I had a threesome with that ho, now she f**ing with Drake
Damn, b**hes sniffing xannies, yeah, they taking them bars
Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car
I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start
Just shot a video, k**ed another radio star
Don't make the mistake of thinking I wasn't living fast
(Sample) That's Little Richard cash
It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombing it
Rocks, James, and Miller that's the conglomerate
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I don't slack, I don't simp
I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, n***a
I don't brag, I don't boast
I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't popping that toast, n***a
She had dreams she was f**ing with a phone boy
It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy
I went from the toy store into Tolstoys
b**h it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh
Running through the check, bro, check 1, check 2, check 3
A n***a wanna check me his a** better check again
Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestling
And I'm on the border with the Mexican
I'm about to cop the Aston if he let's them in
That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends
n***a you know the code, you will never get a text again
Goofy, face a**, jacuzzi with your main splash
Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads
Choppin', p**y, possum better play dead
Learn the game from the old heads (back up)
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]