Photo Bomb

Let's cross that bridge when I get there

I write with a passion, some of the best fear

A breath of fresh air, kill off some of the next year

What's left here

I cried many nights to rise to the next tier

Respect where?

Y'all only got vision to see the check clear

You're photographing all the clones in action, posing acting no reacting,

while the photos flashing cause your soul is lacking

So distracting, I paint pictures, was never known for captions You see my cloth and them threads, you reap what you sow in fashion

These little shorties want no parts or ransom.

Nah, they pushing 40, making party anthems

This is America

It's all about styling with ego

With all these little gang bangers as childish Gambino's

And while these dickheads still comparing the size of libidos I'm flying arenas, spilling drinks in a private casino

You selling records being you but still trying to be me though

You making movies, but your role is the size of DeVito's Acquire some kilos, then I'm set to retire like Vito

The Godfather calling y'all, but I'm wired like Debo

It's me though

Even in a crowded room, I roll solo

Red carpet looks with no promo

VIP reserve seats they had to release because I'm a no-show

Not comfortable with taking photos

Watching Mayweather so close over her pretty toe coat on

How much higher can I go though?

But y'all really know though

I'm wearing my hoodie when I'm in Soho

Cause I don't want to take no photos

I ain't waiting till it dry, I'ma sell these wet

They ain't heard from that fiend in days

Sent 12 to do a wellness check

That **** pussy might as well be stretched

and he deserve every shell he catch connect

mail me fat direct deposits, plus the label still mail me checks

If she can tell we blessed

I'm on top she gonna tell me yes

**** be asking me how I did it, but it ain't really shit I can tell you I'm just that ****

I just got smarter about my business

The bank account, two commas, the M's pushing two digits Machining ransom, highly flammable

We the new legion of doom

We hawking animal, pass over the loot

Brown fox fur on, drag over my boots

Mask over my troops So babe, put away your camera

Cause I'll be really moving with the hammers

Even in a crowded room, I roll solo

Red carpet looks with no promo

VIP reserve seats, they had to release because I'm a no-show

Not comfortable with taking photos

Watching Mayweather so close over her pretty toe

How much higher can I go though?

But you don't really know though

I'm wearing my hoodie when I'm in Soho

Cause I don't want to take no photos