You see how I'm finessin' it
Spin move (Skip, skip, skip) , uh
Big chain (Uh) , big gold (Uh)
Spin move, [?]
Timb' boots, big sole (Sole)
Regroup (Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha)

Watch lookin' like a ball from a disco
In a limo' makin' calls from a brick phone
Maradona bounced the ball on the shinbone
Tan buttercup, the raw got her skin tone
Pillow-talkers got the spot where I send blown
If it wasn't for the blitz, it would've been thrown
To your dome, I'm a follicle that's ingrown
Carve initials with a chisel, put it in stone (Go left)
Switch whips up, you see how l'm finessin' it?
Get stitched up, lay down, you need some medicine (Yeah)
Whip up of the wrist, you see it's settlin'
Put him in past tense, he'll be a never-been
I'm the chain on the bike, you do the peddlin'
Beat the charge, racketeerin' and embezzlement
My name will never be appearin' on the pages
of a settlement (Uh, uh, uh)
I made it through the maze
so many stages, now they say
that l'm a veteran (On God, I'm just warmin' up)
I just put the key inside the ignition
and got the engine started
Twenty belows, went to Buffalo, the lens is Carti'
You see a light show, that mean that the Benz is parkin'
Fade to black, the scenery gets intense and darkish

'Chine come through, gun shoot extended cartridge (Brrt)
Used to sleep on the sofa in a friend's apartment (Ah)
Now I frequent the Yves Saint Laurent department (Hahaha)
Yeah, blew twenty in the Louis V men's
department (Huh? Yeah, drip)
Yeah, I don't care what so and so said, I am him regardless
My pen is sharp, lines flyin' over
your head like Vincent Carter, nigga
Talk to 'em, huh (Look, up in the sky)
Think it's a game until little bro
blowin' that bitch like Nintendo cartridge
Playin' with your life
like you got limbs to bargain, nigga (Huh?)
I hate they compare me to niggas, so tell me who iller
My next tape, l'ma end the argument
Wth niggas that fuckin' rap, list the artists
That's fuckin' cap, Mr. Marcus (Ha)
Probably just got more resources ('Kay)
Walk in that garage, three Porsches ('Kay)
Michelin, three-star, three courses (Eatin')
Drum work, big dogs, we bosses (Uh)
Catch a body with the sket, we toss it (Uh-huh)
They realizin' I'm a threat, be cautious (Be careful, nigga)
Look, when they was eatin'
they ain't give me portion (Uh-uh)
Still ran up my bag regardless (Bag)
Brodie pull up with a broom, sweep off shit (Brrt)