I used to be posted from mornin' to mornin' Sun up to sun up, I'm bundled up in August
Fallin', stumblin' out of posters Part of my back, they gotta see me in the office
I ain't fallin' back, shit, I got the auto on him
Makin' sure wen summer, came back around, I was bossin
I'm from where the gossip was real, before the bloggin
Now niggas sit back and deal, all on, they stories
Ain't nobody tell, that was all gram Red eyes on demon time, but this is God's plan
Keep a dime and a nine for my off hand Seat recline, if u in mine, that mean we
All fam All cans, lookin' like a food drive, aww man
My dentists told me that was important Often, all in Miami, I'm like a dolphin
Coffin, a cemetery for my opponents, aww man
I heard you niggas ride with rats, real niggas don't ride like that
They're only static, I'ma stay away from it, it's a wiretap
If you don't leave that nigga dead, who cares who you fire that
If you don't put on how you used to put on, I can't honor that
The Maniera boss, I put it on and I get fly in that
He wanna go song for song, tell him I admire that
Gotta drop on the op, pop him before they fire back
You've never seen him cop from the spot, keep your eye on that
It's feelin' like my fire back, if I'ma take a L, then where the lighter at
I'd rather play a cell, cuz in hell no lawyer fightin' that
I give my baby hell, so Chanel, I be buyin' that
And my side bitch too, I double up when I buy the bag
One Irish, one Italian, hit Dublin and Ireland
And double back, might stop at France, right where the Eiffel at
You niggas don't got a chance, and y'all aight with that
They say it costs to be the man, can put no price on that
The boss talker, with more bitches than a dog walker
Won't let Jesus grab the wheel and be a Paul walker
Could care how you niggas feel, this summer's all walk ups
Cuz you don't aim when you bangin' it from close quarters
It's my game, last second, fourth quarter
It's my lane, signal before you cross over
For the bird, I put the hawk on ya
Try to tell you niggas it's all over