Oh God (God), soundin’ the sirens
The shipment is in and we’ve been takin’ it over, Somalian pirates
Mask on, man, they shot him up, and it’s not for the virus
Can’t see a hater when the dollar sign the only thing in my iris (Bitch)
Ten days straight in the lab, I’ll sleep when I’m dead or somebody callin’ the feds
The way he stay out of the mix, you’d think he got a price on his head (Woop)
Interior almond butter, so how the fuck I’m gettin’ jelly ’bout bread? (No way)
My dog from the island, we locked in like Rastafarian dreads
Now what you said? (Woop) The Cartier skeleton
Told God if I make it off rap, I’ll get out the streets and be felony celibate (Bitch)
Still I’m gon’ fuck up a check ’cause stayin’ out poverty, is delicate
I guess all the guns in the room is sort of the elephant
Ayy, it’s a jungle where I’m from, new car, we scratchin’ off the vin (Scratchin’ off the vin)
You ain’t my dog and I ain’t no Island Boy so don’t ever call me “twin” (Bitch)
Money covered all the flo’, tattoos cover all my skin
Don’t come round startin’ nothin’ with me unless that’s where your story end
Shit’s on the flo’, what’s a goal? I done ran through it (Yee, yeah)
Playin’ with my paper (ah), that’s damn foolish
Get your weight up, lil homie, Sam Sulek
Should sign a deal with Nike ’cause, homie, I do it
Black Sheep, I’ve been the truest, the pocket of money, the bluest
The fake ones comin’ in flocks, the real ones come in the fewest (Yes sir)
The first time you hop in a lamb truck, you never goin’ back to the Buicks
I got the money, the power, respect, I’m an absolutist
Ayy, it’s a jungle where I’m from, new car, we scratchin’ off the vin
You ain’t my dog and I ain’t no Island Boy so don’t ever call me “twin” (Bitch)
Money covered all the flo’, tattoos cover all my skin
Don’t come round startin’ nothin’ with me unless that’s where your story end
Pussy ass boy, I’m a pitbull terrier
Put the city on my back, then put the guns in the carrier (Guns in the carrier)
Spilled some Fanta on the seat, might go swap the interior (Swap the interior)
If they hate to see you win, that’s how you know they inferior
Used to trap all day then eat at Popeye’s, servin’ up the xan and potpies
Keys to a brand new apartment, me and Ben Frank locked eyes
Hit the road thirty days straight, split it down with all my top guys
Locked in with the good fellas, that’s what you call mob ties
Jungle where I’m from, new car, we scratchin’ off the vin
You ain’t my dog and I ain’t no Island Boy so don’t ever call me “twin”
Money covered all the flo’, tattoos cover all my skin
Don’t come round startin’ nothin’ with me unless that’s where your story end
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