Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I should've had a belt, I should've had a sweater I go through a lot, but I keep it together I'm pullin' up for a hundred and better It's a real blitz storm and it's mother***in' bells I pop my heart out, I wrote me a letter A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me trash I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin' My bitch exotic, like somethin' from the islands My peace so sacred, I stay by violence L.A., I'm dope though, in the hills, the heights When I got my bands up, I take me entertainin' the crowds, just like a stand-up I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up Yeah, your block get twisty and it get padded up I want everything I see, just bag it up Too many cameras on the car, don't jack it, need to bag me up Yeah, she dropped her jaws, her ass soft like cotton balls Can he hold it? Draco in my hand and jump like a frog Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't get fed Havin' that type of bankroll, that'll get a nigga scrapped Yeah, they talkin' bout doin' this and that, but you know they scared Nigga mad bout' they bankroll, income ain't comin' in yet Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I should've had a belt, I should've had a sweater I go through a lot, but I keep it together I'm pullin' up for a hundred and better It's a real blister storm and it's mother***in' bells I pop my heart out, I wrote me a letter A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me trash I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin' My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence L.A., I'm ducked off in the hills, the high east My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby Smell like Tom Ford, baby girl lovin' my hygiene Yo, drippin' in fashion, and I ride with these magazines Choke chain dance, yeah, fast car drivin' Stains on my jeans, and one foot, that ***'ll never caught me I just have a lot of rings on me like an Audi Lifestyle livin', I ain't never poppin' He made the wrong turn on Bleelin', then they burnt him up Rhyme, rhyme with a lot of racks in my jeans, yeah, I got burqas on me Whole thought I was slow, cause I'm sippin' codeine, bitch, you burnt this *** Know you run around here ***in' the whole gang, yeah, you slurpin' us Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I should never fail, I should never sweat it I go through a lot, but I keep it together I'm pullin' up on a hundred and better It's a real blitz, stormin' this mother***in' bezel I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter A n***a so rich, yeah, they callin' me trash I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin' My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence L.A., I'm ducked off in the hills, the high east My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby