J'OUVERT

Take it all or leave it

I feel you

When there's a rough patch, don't eye for the parachute

They goin' AWOL the second that the light goes on

This a treat, ain't it, soon as she hit the powder room

I pull her back and check my rose yeah, I'm 'bouta bloom

It's that '90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch

Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the kill switch

Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round

'Cause tonight the night I'm losing all I'm doin', I'm about this

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, suitcase

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank

Till the casket drops, I will play God

Fuck the world, let's start a riot

Got too much too quick

God damn, I'm feelin' sick, bitch, call a doctor

Don't act like I ain't been dead to ya

Don't act like I ain't deserve this shit

Couldn't last a day inside my head

That's why I did the drugs I did

Got issues with these motherfuckers

Lookin' down from they pedestals

From that petty view on that petty shit

Prayin' for peace with a knife in my hand

Speak my piece like a gun to my head

Come equipped just to blast this shit

Misunderstood since birth

Fuck what you think and fuck what you heard

I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise

And all of that fuck shit need to get away

Still, I get to pray to the fickle-minded people

I thought I knew better, wish I knew better

Should have known better, wish that I was better

At dealin' with the fame and you fake motherfuckas, guess I'm too real

Excuse we?

Let me pass, rum is the gas

We ain't playin' nice, little guy

Don't blame me, blame di rum, no

I be in my bag, goin' in (Excuse me?)

Trust, you isn't built for this, man

Me and my thugs is built for this, man

We're goin' for the gifts and the grams

I be in my bag, goin' in (Excuse me?)

Smokin' all the grams in this bag

Man, you isn't built for this, man

Run it like the gingerbread man

Fuck that shit, stay hydrated ****

I'ma lick that bitch, go home, kiss my momma

What's up?

What's up?

Black power fist hanging from my black 'fro

Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she wants to lick a Oreo

Damn, break the dam when I spit the flow

I'm on the lamb like the fuckin' wool

Hoppin' out the van, I'm at Abbey Road

Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man, that's difficult

I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lovely self

Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf

I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt

I dropped out with no promise that this shit would work

With the dogs in my ride, know the doors suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

With the dogs in my ride, know the doors suicide

Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie

Pull up with the racks to your shop

Cop a medallion or three, I'm the don

Zim-zim-zim, out the Bim', get shot

One mill, two mill, three, that's a lot, damn

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

White cuffs, wood grain

Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank, suitcase

On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank

On my way to the bank