What else can I say, nigga? I said it all
They tryna take my whole resume down and dead it all,
But I done paid my dues, I ain’t in debt at all.
Still in the heart of the city, feel like the weather ball
You know what’s coming when I’m getting the blues,
Cold shit at any moment, just like Michigan do,
And the rumors move faster than a clip of the news
So I don’t leave any room to get niggas confused.
I been killing shit, getting away with it like OJ
Niggas tryna act like my wave ended? OK
Add a little spice to the game. Treat it like Old Bay
Lions at a Home game, You know it’s a cold game.
They say I’m proud of all the thangs you do,
Random niggas tryna hang like my braids used to
And they always show a pattern like my braids used to
So I run em in a circle like my waves used to.
But I cut it all off, and I cut em all out
I be answering the phone like ”What the f*** you want now?”
I’m not a sick day, I ain’t the one you call out.
The pockets on Ben Simmons. I ain’t one to ball out
I got plans. Like the kinda shit you need a Milly for,
I was wide awake, grinding while the city snored
I Make some moves I’m gonna have the leave the city for
I Take myself away so I can give the city more,
Brodie hit my line like, They love you, just gotta give em more,
You would think my prices was crazy the way this shit in store,
Everybody looking for shortcuts and hidden doors,
I was giving em bars like I’m a prison ward,
I’m daydreaming bout a crib with the expensive floors
Can’t wait til I can cop that shit.
Can’t let another nigga tell me that I’m not that shit
That’s alpaca, mufucka. Better blot that shit.
Tryna take away the lows on some hi-pass shit,
They be acting with the Love on some I-max shit
I’m a household name, on some iPad shit.
New music coming soon, They like drop that shit


I got you.

Blame Sunny.