I’ve been hot since the birth of my sonI’ve been unphased, trust worse has been doneMan, f**k evaluation, show me personal fundsIt’s the pretty boys versus the petty boysSorta already got a whole new set of toysS**t is so surreal, drizzy drake, you better enjoyNothing else bigger than the ovo letterman boysCashmere knits for the nightime boat ridesOli got the first edition parked up roadsideThe only sign of struggling is coming from those guysI’m trying to just relatе what I can see through my own eyesAnd nothing tell thе truth like the eyes willLived so much for others don’t remember how I feelFriends that hide places and friends that I hide tillStill managed to moonwalk straight through a minefieldAnd then I’ll come back to tell you how that feelsBuilt this house for us all, pain in my back stillYou ni**as gassed up, you couldn’t pay theChampagne poetry, these are the effortless flowsSupposedly something else is controlling meUnder a picture lives some of the greatest quotes from meUnder me I see all the people that claim they over meAnd above me I see nobodyI’d have to be dead for them to say you took it from meThe twenty percent of you that we own is my tootsie’s moneyNi**a, I’m wilding with your bread, you owe it to meCj grab racks out the bag and throw it to meThey don’t want a problem with the boy, but it’s going to beTrust in my brothers is as strong as I know it should beFuture sign the contracts, he don’t even show it to meI don’t have to second-guess nothing with no one I love
Bout to build a second guest home ’cause we growing too muchThing I got to scale the love back ’causeYeah, heavy day for real, yeah, yeahThe city’s on fire and people are in denialCharges being laid, but we’ll see what they do with trialI’m calling this s**t from nowSweetheart deals that the judges been handing downI haven’t been able to see my family for a whileThat s**t is wearing me outI used to hide my pain in delilah behind the bar ’till my ni**as carried me outAnd if money’s all I need in my grave, then bury me nowI know I tend to talk about how I got fortune on meBut with that comes the politics the city been forcing on meI can’t even rip and show my remorse to the homiePlus, I carry the guilt of the city’s misfortune on meI even got the cleaning staff plotting extortion on meMy parents divorce’s on meMy therapist’s voice is making the choices for meAnd I always censor myself ’cause no matter what they reporting oneThe pressure is weighing me downCareer is going great, but now the rest of me is fading slowlyMy soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting for meMy chef got the recipe for disaster bakingSlowly my heart feels vacant and lonely, but stillMy soulmate is somewhere out in the world just waiting for meMy chef got the recipe for disaster bakingSlowly my heart feels vacant and lonely, but stillI’m makin’ the most of this s**t and moreEvery single move is like rolling dice on the boardSeen too many brothers get twenty-five from the boysI’d rather see all of ’em get twenty-five from the lordAnd if the last