[1st Verse] Claim i owe ya, Call a lawyer When i blow up, I been running on no oil Sorta like, mamas burban Used to be certain, was headed towards my end Now curving hoes i fantasized f**in back in 2010 I might just rob a bank for a bentley And put some blades on that b**h And park it valet, remain the same when I'm rich Tempted to hop on yall's trends, just to steal all your profit Yo this year taught me be cautious Who you trust when you poppin Half of y'all out to get me Ain't gonna work just like Katrina's levies I'm from the city where evacuees fled to Half of my homies from New Orleans I think we need more commas I think Donald Trump exposed a lot of yall true colors I feel my pride has reached an all time high This ain't reversible Approaching every shorty Come over and do me vertical Life ain't a joke.. learn the hard way You poke, you getting poked Action got reactions Y'all k** y'all self before you hit your goal Andreas give you lessons, the police disrespecta Ashin' on Versace linen, Soufside representa [HOOK] And I be pullin' up in foreigns, I ain't used to it And I'm brought up in conversations like again and again and again.. Appeal 2 shortys I ain't used 2 it And I be dodging all the fake sh** again and again and again... Pullin' up in foreigns I ain't used 2 it Brought up in conversations like again and again and again.... Appeal 2 shortys I ain't used 2 it And I be dodging All the fake sh** again and again and again... [2nd Verse] Yo this my second consecutive time Overlapping y'all rappers Who been at it since i was cutting cla** Skipping chapters, imagined my teachers a** was Backed up on me, she had them Steve Maddens on Yo reminiscing think i was tripping, life of a ba*tard I might be out LA style blowing smoke on Sepulveda Come to your town, hoes do aerobics hoping i notice em I'm ice cold with picking up my phone after i bone em My conscious kicking it the first moment I get alone tho, always been a business man even as a youngin Used to flip the food stamps Get your groceries just for a few grams I'm all about the cream like some fettuccine You read me? fly home like every weekend And tell em I'm bout to peak soon I pray they still believe me At baggage claim saw that Louie bag and told myself Next time i come back, my address on the tag You never realize exactly what you had till its separate So on that note I'm leaving after this record Gotta respect the kid [HOOK]