Driving in the hidden hills, get out ya feels boy
Passin by opry mills, inside the ′Ville boy
Milestones get a mill, then get a billionMy hooks all a catch, better get to reelin'
The black hatchback turned me to the realest
Usually into blondes, but you more appealing
Tryna make a paper stack, that′s floor to ceiling
So hungry for this shit it's hard to get a meal in
Deposit just hit I'm like what a feeling
I′m doing something right they′re paintin' me the villain
I′m just like Howie tryna get a deal did
Sittin' nosebleeds with my dawgs at Neyland
I′m slidin' on this shit rainbow road, I got the gold
I′m super into smashin', Mario flow
Want a couple bags maxed out at Soho
She ask me where the cash is I say, oh no
Oh no, best know
If all my songs like this boy, you know what I'm headed for
Middle fingers to the paparazzi at my door
And when it happen you′ll remember what I said it for
Don′t forget what I said it for
Let me get a flow
Got a good conscious reminiscing on the greatest days
Asked me if I want a slice of pie, when I made the cake
First song on Soundcloud got me less than 80 plays
Take me to the 80's just so I can see a laker game
Grab a fifth of Tito′s thinking that'll take the pain away
Jordan with the fadeaway, go back to my player ways
Woman of my dreams always felt like i′m a date away
Ask me bout it now ima tell ya how it changed up, good Lord
I got realer, mic killer, gettin' vulnerable and shit so that they might feel it
Got banana clips of hits and I might peel it
Ask me if I want that medical but i′m chillin'
My pockets deep and overdue for money galore
Dead presidents talking to me whenever i'm bored
PH, power hungry what would I balance it for
Y′all are acid rap take a chance, the challenge is yours
Everything I look at turn to stone, watch the throne
Drawing interest like a loan I′m a pot gold
I just want a single interview with rolling stone
Bite your tongue with my name, like the logo, oh no
Oh no, best know
If all my songs like this boy, you know what I'm headed for
Middle fingers to the paparazzi at my door
And when it happen you′ll remember what I said it for
Feel like I should put my exes in a mass text
I'm their only claim to fame, after this I′m past that
Thought it'd be greener over here, where′s the grass at
She won't respond to "Where your ass at"
I pull up at exit 7, heart weighing heavy now
The pump stop at half full, I just zeroed my debit out
I used to do a whole lot more than this and I'd let you down
But I just slipped your mind, already leaving and stepping out
Paid for Carabba′s but all I wanted was full disclosure
Speedin on Apison it′s hard not to get pulled over
Know 12 is lurkin but shit, it's 12 and i′m cold sober
Just tryna relay a couple texts that I mulled over
Thought about sending but you too drunk to respond to
Knew what you capable of, but thought it's beyond you
Know you stuck living Miami vice but we′re home now
Once she sees the 305 you're best on your own now
But I′m in denial, I gotta save what we have here
She lie like this the same her that fell for me last year
Can't even be mad, knowing the cheatin' I contemplated
Even the worst sinning at moments can feel amazing
Too grown to be living like tomorrow will never come
You do that shit too much ′till the day that it never does
Know we′re both the problem won't admit who we′ve start to become
Won't ever love who you is but always loved who you was, damn
Got, got, I got realer
Got, got, I got realer
