Became the man of the house young
About time we had a conversation about son (about time)
Y’all on some extra s*** still get out done
I stand out doing nothing sit on the couch rolling loud blunts (spark)
Crowd surfing old Beretta in the quarter trench
Looking like I play for the bench at them sport events (uh huh)
Smoking weed so good that you can’t ignore the strength
A lot of people couldn’t hang off this tree like an ornament (cough cough)
Foreign Chicks by the Kid Crotch
I’m at the bar with the veneer doctor for Chris Rock (bling)
These long trips need a pit stop
A couple bong rips costing more than your wrist watch (you got the time?)
Almost every attractive bitch has got some heavy baggage
Rocking delicate fabrics chest out like Lenny Kravitz (woo)
Spent December with my denim saggin
Get the basket with a second left to send em packin

Yeah, you gotta break an egg to fry an omelette
You a man you make your bed and lay on it
So all these diamonds is a consequence of printing counterfeits and taking sour tips
Painting your lady countin hits and making albums stick
I was richer before the money
25 racks the chain, quarter million dollar crib, I’m still feelin bummy
Went, fixed a splieff when she ain’t dub me
I bought a stick for in the dungeons
Not for n***** thuggin’ that’s a different subject
The name try me over stained concrete
The plain time piece, delayed profits
Stayed solid from the cradle to the grave I’m with the same posse
Conversations don’t pertain commas, then it ain’t MAVI
I escaped by the light of the torch and I found the course
Brought my main b****, Helen & Troy she could start a war
I speak in language of narcotic lore the starving poor
KS gang, we the kind to extort I’m a carnivore
I just been sticking to my essentials
Wicked, the wind
More sinister beside my friends, I’m always sticking beside my pistol
Bought a crib off my residuals
B**** bigger than all my issues
N***** bit me, it wasn’t no issue
We pitbulls and they shih tzus
The crystals like Skittles
7 figures for my initials
N***** minstrel for potential
I resist cuz it ain’t that simple
My wrist frigid, igloo
Hit sticks & licks too
The trigger get a tickle let a n**** and his b**** move
I’m critical and cynical
Kill switch general
Charlotte’s baby boy I’m the spot they saving for
Any kinda ranking without my name it just important
I ain’t rockin s*** or driving a thang if it ain’t imported, baby miracle