[ Featuring Holloman ]
Yeah
I need that brand new Mercedes
I want that thousand dollar ring
I need the taste of the finer things
Private life, private jet, all those things
The flow is so sick, you need a dose of some dramamine
I don't understand what the drama mean
Y'all require way too much attention
I say the shit they won't mention
I guess that's why we so damn different
Not talking money I pivot
I'm in and I'm out, just give my sixty not more than a minute
My future exquisite, I got some skeletons inside of my closet
A couple of place I will not go visit
A thousand is nothing, triple my digits
I need more than that though
I need that brand new Mercedes
I want that thousand dollar ring
I need the taste of the finer things
Private life, private jet, all those things
You feel you're not ready, the f*ck you mean
Don't try to get over on me
Your brain be spaghetti
My soldiers are ready
We move like 500 horses
I don't need endorsements
Rather just hold you for ransom then take off in Porsches
We jump from porches
My heart is cold like the porridge is
Why would I slow down when I can just floor it
Everything gorgeous, can't lose my focus
I'm way too ahead of myself, can't live in the moment
I need a moment
I need that brand new Mercedes
I want that thousand dollar ring
I need the taste of the finer things
Private life, private jet, all those things
Come and run up on me, f*ck you mean
Look I've been wilding out since seventeen
Address me as Kalei, bitch I'm the king
I run through the city, it ain't a thing
These peasants is lame
But they want the fame
And I want that brand new Mercedes
I want that bitch to come f*ck with a nigga
I know that I'm crazy, it ain't a thing
Look, this what I mean, them versus me
F*ck these niggas, I am Kalei the King
This what I think, you niggas ain't
Battle that shit, cause you'll never hold records
So f*ck what you talking about
Cause you think you're hard, you just run your mouth
And just come for my head when I come around
Cause you put no fear on my stomping grounds
Look, blood on my sleeve. I'ma murder niggas
This is for the fake f*cks, keep a burner with you
Look, f*ck your Twitter, f*ck your culture
F*ck who told you, motherf*cker I'm a lonely soldier yeah
Cutting my ties, I don't want to be friends
I said "f*ck these niggas, I refuse to pretend"
If I righted this, I will say "f*ck the amends"
And I put the paper down and say it again yeah
Who do I trust? Hands in my pockets, this bitch finna bust
Pull up on you, I do not give a f*ck if these pussy niggas always talking that shit
But they don't want to buck
I want that brand new Mercedes
I want that thousand dollar ring
Suck on my f*cking dick head
You bitch ass niggas, I don't give a f*ck no more
