We get ghost, you already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag Maybach shit!
Bright lights and dark corners It’s night embark on us Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start Now the same cats drive in Jaguars Open fire when you see me yeah I lie to make em whisper The club that I’m a member, they’ll be gone by November Keys to the city got killers who slither with me Lamborghini ? smoke a fat fifty Billionaire bid Wrists on chill, standing in the field of dreams Tryna see a hundred mil These boys going blind they just happy being free In a world of so many I just wanted me a key Sheesh! I just wanted me apiece Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease These boys snort lines I’m fine just sipping wine Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
I’m Barry Gordy to the streets I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Real nigga to the day that I’m deceased Even then I pray I’m living through the beats ?
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch The Hublot’s cool but my Terminator’s foolish
Red, blue, do you, long as you’re getting rick Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange These niggas acting like they want a war!
Nigga, you a ? Honda Accord I’m riding in some shit only I can afford ? rapport Amsterdam stay on my mind: I just gave you a tour I’m laughing at the people who label me poor Now I piss on Europeans, you thought I was ?
I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
Raw blood 100 acres just to live on
Dope boy, you could tell by my sneaks
I’m not the type of nigga you run into at a 7-11 and Just pull your pistol on him..
In that time, I’mma handle my muthafuckin business.. Ruugh! Ruugh!
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