Forever

Jet life, ****, yeah, yeah

This that, treadmill in front of window

Looking out over the skyline while you get your morning jog in

You know what I'm saying?

Then smokin' a joint in a robe type shit

Yeah, yeah, uh

Look at these gold Bapes move at a hustler's pace

My bitch got style and grace, match when we go on dates

Out the country or in the States, stunt either way

Never dream 'bout gettin' paid, wide awake and makin' plays

All day, every day, tennis bracelets, sparkling water, Perrier

Rapid fire, Russians K's, how quick I think of shit to say

Like an instruction manual on how to increase your value

You know a player stay dipped, dripping 'isms all over the place

Flows as vintage as the frames of my face

Hold it together like stitches

Don't fall apart front them critics

They only watching you 'cause they waiting for you to flop, bro

I show 'em different, so much colder than 'em

Tried to check my appearance and seen a frozen image in the mirror

That ain't no filter, that's real icicles in that picture, my ****

Baby girl, you gotta level up 'fore I can kick it with you

We could be friends forever

If we make M's together, yeah

We could be friends forever

If we make M's together

Eh, we could be friends forever

If we make M's together, girl

Eh, we could be friends forever

If we make M's together

Eh, we gon' have to send some of this shit to Statik

Right when you pour you another Mimosa

This, that feeling

Oh Statik, I got something you need to get with, G