Yeah, so that style not for you, but it's for me Yeah, real *** Yeah, DJ Drama Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should Bentley Bentayga, the dash on wood Niggas have payments, the back ain't good Niggas got sense, but they act no good Sight through the lot of them bitches and starstruck Hop in the ride and we took in the truck Couple lines in the truck and they all *** They might say what's up when they see me round the city But really no reason to talk much Dinner at Night Sky, but no nice guys here I'm toe-tagging, no billboard baggings Y'all coming up short, take a recess This a heat check, yeah Shorty, let me hit it quick, it's a clean with a pre-check This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me Seen it myself for years, the vision is mine alone Just me, myself, no peers, yeah I don't know who hyping them boys I'm done giving life for the noise I give you my life and the source I don't even write anymore Gangsta, gangsta Get it and drove like it's whipping a stove That bitch break hard like habits No days off, no Sabbath No snakes in my yard, no rabbits Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should Bentley Bentayga to dash on wood Niggas said payment, the back ain't good Niggas got sense, but they act no good Send the same money to Sudan I could probably keep the goddamn hood for a year or two Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle For real Let's explore the moment Niggas ain't outside, they agoraphobic If you see me live, nigga, you would know it Hoes jumping on my dick and do aerobics Boss like P90X Boss like we write the checks now Floss like we like to flex Bust down, bust down, bust down AMG, no bust now Amiri jeans, SB, dunks For the fiends, T, no button down Respectfully, niggas blast for me You don't *** around You *** around if you wanna You *** around if you wanna Slice style, not for you, but it's for me Bazzi Bazzi, I'ma go without the eyelids Cigars in the booth and I puff it like poof And I don't understand what got into me Got a couple of truths that I bust out the roof If I'm ready to ride on my enemy And you rappers just stole my identity And I really know why you ain't feelin' me I bust in a buckle with Tiffany And these bitches restore my agility And I'm never rehearsin' I'm makin' a million aversions Like Swizzy and Timothy Never provoke with the goat Cause I want all the smoke You can call me a chimney And I really want ass, but I settle for throat I just aim the dick right in the widow's peep Aim at your head when I kill a beat Spaghetti and showers like Italy Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should Bentley Bentayga to dash on wood Niggas said payment, the back ain't good Niggas got sense, but they act no good Send the same money to Sudan I could probably be the goddamn hood for a year or two Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle For real Alright, now close your eyes Think about your wildest dreams You ready? And you still couldn't do this Gates to Brazil