[ Featuring MylesMG ]
I'm finna run up these bands, ever since I was a kid I knew I was the man
Gettin' money, my plan, he keep actin' tough, leavin' flat like Stan
I'm gettin' high, I can't land
Roll up a J big enough to the point it can stand
You claim you my mans, where was you at? I was f*cked up, needed a hand
Got off my ass and I did it myself, do your homework, I ain't never need help
You never knew how it felt, still sippin' drink
Even know this shit bad for my health, step in the booth make it melt
Sometimes you gotta play the cards that you was dealt
Free my niggas in a cell, I cut her off cause shawty
Only givin' me hell, A lot of shit been on my brain
Niggas fake as f*ck, had to crop him out the frame
For real, how you popped wit no shame
The day I go broke, I promise you I won't be the same
I won't be the same, this nigga a lame
Sell him the low for the high cause he keep actin' strange
One wrong move, five shots to his brain
Big ass J and this shit filled with pain
Uh, smokin' a J, got my head hot
Nigga talk down on the gang, he got left on a dead block
I got the game in the headlock, flinstones in the chain
Cause I came from the bedrock, say he get money he dead popped
I paid a rack for the Glock cause it came with a red dot
Nigga plot he get hit with a headshot, shooter' Jamaican pockets
Got knots like a dreadlock, Yeah I stay on the road
Skrrt, skrrt, vacuum, seal all the product, what they want I got it
Cause I need all the dough, profit on top of profit
When I count it up, I bet the money don't fold
Count it up, I did this shit off the floor
I'm the G.O.A.T. but you already know
Yeah I'm sippin' on dope, double cup filled up with Pai
That's why I'm movin' slow, what's a rookie to a pro
If we ain't talkin' money, sorry I gotta go
Milligang to the death, we gonna make it
Promise put that shit on my soul
D-Boy
D-Boy
