The End

Okay, these **** wanna be sleek

It's nine in the mornin', I ain't been asleep yet

I thought sleep was for billionaires

I think I'm the last of the street **** left

Uh

When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech

Brought my city with me and we comin' in the fleet

And now I'm gettin' richer and they don't want me in the streets

I'm thinkin' fuck a album sales, we sold a hundred bricks this week

Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table

Bag it all up, take it to the label and tell 'em they'll distribute it

I'm gettin' cake ridiculous

Rari' like a frog, jumpin' through the traffic, ribbitin'

And they tellin' me to turn down, they say that I need Ritalin

Ballin' like I'm Jordan, no assists from Scottie Pippen

In an out the flows, crossin' over like I'm dribblin'

Runnin' laps 'round them rappers, tired like Michelin

Started off with Tip and 'em but that wasn't it for him

Yellow, gold Cuban, diamonds blue like Michigan

Been told you ****, that there's levels and there's differences

To this lifestyle, the way a real **** livin' it, I'm gettin' it

**** put yourself in my predicament

If you was gettin' all of this fucking money, you won't spend this shit

I be at the dealership, pointing out and pickin' shit

Just to shake the town up, talkin' off the Richter shit

Take 'em to the Clear Port, no Instagram, picture it

**** taking pictures for the Instagram, you in the shit

On the jet, fifty for the flight to the go to LIV and shit

Spend another thirty on the champ and never sipped the shit

One million, two million, three million, four

I can have a million dollars knocking at my door

Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur

Only thing that's the different is this new Glock that roar

Get a rush from the paper, rush from the money

The money talk it's like you said hush to your money

These broke **** say I talk to much about the money

That's what we do it for the love of the money, ****

(You know what comes next right?)

(We sittin' here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player)

(And we in here talkin' about practice)

(Not, not, not the game that I go out there and die for)

(And play every game like it's my last, not the game)

(We talkin' about practice, man)

(I mean how silly is that? Man, we talkin' about practice)

(What are we talkin' about? Practice?)

(We talkin' about practice, man)

(We talkin', we talkin' about practice, we talkin' about practice)

(We ain't talkin' about the game, we talkin' about practice, man)

Ah

You ready?

Killed my **** Snube

I'm goin' hammer on these ****

Ridin' through my city (Just wait for it)

With my finger on the trigger

And they want to see me dead (Dream Chasers)

I ain't playin' with these ****

Got these four inside they're automatics

They be cramming on these ****