yo
 

whippin a 93' Lincoln
I'm liqueured and I'm drankin
a mixture of 'what tha fuck was I thankin'

who's in control?

I already lost it if you didn't know
couldn't find a better target when I bruise yo flows
I be tryna get it started betta move it hoe
eatin all you rappers like some vegetables
when the tech explode
leave ya ass naked boy you betta find some extra clothes

I be settin goals in the rap game tryna get fame
fuck around and make a name for my name
I go insane with the rhymes I write
yeah I sleep all day but I grind all night
tryna get it in for the life I live
when I drop a mixtape and the shit sounds right

bitches in the club throwin bands with their man
Peter Pan rappers throwin punches but they never land
I'm just tryna get it in
stack it to a millian
betta yet a billian
it's a betta feelin than
when u with ya women friend
an u bout to get it in
.......do you dig me?
went from a 10 speed to ah Bentley
don't tempt me be friendly
or I lift heat on any
body tryna get me I envy
.....no one
fuck around and kill you with you own gun
ooooooh yeah this shit is so fun
now I got you on the run

I'm torn between realities
everything is a fallacy
how do I see these galaxy's
how can I even fathom thangs..
..up in my brain and maintain the strange
that came when someone gave me the idea that I could
change thangs

now I'm on a mission to get it by
spittin these lyrics
and anybody in my position should
make way.
you hate great. it's motivation to get paid.
count my money up.. then rub it in yo face