Nastolgia

(الألبوم: Finally Free - 2018)

Yeah, so look

Self-made, I brought my lady bitch a new apartment
I had to go with shoe shopping 'cause I know how she rocking
My lady son in LAX, shoutout the boy [?]
So every day, I hustle hard and forge every breath
I keep my head held high every single step
Told him when I represent 'cause that's the number set
Them boys being hating on me to death, it's time to leave 'em wet
When we see 'em, we gon kill 'em, leave where we met
Yeah, hustle hard, I do that shit to death
You can't say I'm like the others when none of them left
He say that's his baby mother, I fuck her to death
Either way, I'm getting cake, I see another day
Shoot her on the jail card, shawty never cake
Hard ways, all day, hella soft weight

Give them some of that JW shit, [?] shit homie
Look, hella soft weight

I don't bron, I'm tryna stack me up a millionaire-y month
Rainy days, I won't be explaining them to my son
Sunshine, new Bentley so unspoken like the Mark
Teach 'em all the principles and problems we known and solved
Knew I was a hustling muslter, seen it in my eyes
Puff, known a nigga five and I came back with nine
Boss from the start and the flow state of the art
Rose gold, MAC-11 shooting right up the charts
Hope nobody dies as my blood pressure rise
Heart of a gangster, enteral life is the prize
Makaveli soul make it happen on the stove
I don't know the sixty loads, don't ask me what I drove

Three red coupe sitting on the block like red hot chili peppers, ya hear me?
It's that double MG shit, ya hear me?
Self-made, ain't nobody gave us nothing, ya hear me?
Uh, smoke with me