Exuma Island

Out on Exuma Island, on the beach with a hunnid iguanas

My son grab one by the tail, lil **** wildin'

Smilin', thinking bout the paper I been pilin'

Every dish is carefully curated or it offends my pallet

Flyer than a pilot, never need a stylist

'Less a booth is empty in my salon and that's on God

Young business owner, no diploma

Champagne sipper, never sober

Foreign car, European motor

I'm comin' back for everything they owe us (That's right)

Jewels chunky, Carti' robust

Foot on necks, I'm not gon' slow up (Nope)

Anything to get my dough up (Cash)

With a bitch that love to suck a rich **** dick until she throw up

Hold up

Big Harlem from the trenches to stardom

Used to pump on benches in Pradas

Crack made the fiends gimme ten of they dollars

Sometimes eight if they promised to cash that check

And come straight back to me with the profits

I rather count cheese over gossip

Pretty waitress grate the parmasean cheese over pasta

Trynna book this eight room villa on this site plus the flights

But I can't find the button that says 'click here to leave a deposit'

Shorty tough but I can't turn a hoe to a house wife

so I just wanna know what that mouth like

And I'm out like (What?)

The trash on a Thursday, playing hard to get

Knowing she was gon' give up the ass on the first day

I come from a long line of guys that was afraid to be small time

Broke a quarter ki down to all dimes

Flooded the strip with a gun on my hip

She said she like to eat out so I made her put her tongue on a bitch

Water so clear I could see eighty feet down

Stingrays brushing up against my legs, playing around

Poppin'

Moe on a boat just to show 'em it's hope

They all call me the big horse but they know I'm the G.O.A.T.

Drawin' cargo name in the sand as he mimics my moves

White couple walkin' by, stare at my jewels and ask what I do

I say I'm a recording artist born in Harlem

Out here with my son and my wife, just lovin' my life

Long way from the block I was raised on

But when I'm on vacation, still drippy, ****, tropical rain storm

At the swim up bar, sippin' Gonbay punches

Snuck up on me, had me hit 'cause it ain't even taste strong

A **** flow is bomb like napalm

Put 35k on my base arm

'Cause that's the one I scraped all the plates on

I'm just paying homage just like I promised

Cracking oysters straight out the ocean

I was just at McDonald's

I, I come from humble beginnings

Where the ones you call friends'll yell out ya losses

And mumble ya winnings (Fuck this ****)

But I'm still one of the realest

Coppin' foreigns up at the dealer

Ya raps is trash while I'm just gettin' litter

Get it?