Nothing but dollars to my name but I got my pistol
This bitch tried to take my energy she done gave me crystals
Van Gogh art up on the wall they might call it scribble
Stash spot sacrifice it all finna make it dribble
Rolling Stone they know what I'm on better watch your tone
Speak your mind just don't waste my time bitch you know we grown
Don't get mad at me you tripping that's what I've been shown
Foreign fabrics cover up my scars I've been cut and sewn
Walk him down shooting towards his feet now he be tap dancing
Bad habits feel like Max B yeah I gotta have it
Where I'm from if we don't get respect we gon' all demand it
Two faced fuck your compliments that shit be back handed
I been stuck up in my hell devil on my body
If you not first then you last just like Ricky Bobby
All booked on through my whole schedule picked up several hobbies
33 17 shots feeling like I'm Scotty
Money in your pocket one thing wrong you ain't making sense
I can't change myself to try to fit for someone's in expense
We was in the field you offsides sitting on the bench
Cross you fore you cross me steps ahead play you like it's chess
Chauffeur out to BOAS I'm in LA I brought a couple bands
Keep giving mixed signals fuck you mean I'll treat you like a fan
Came from the apartments where we park shit keep cases just like the clan
Need to strategize lay out the blueprint have a steady plan
Gossip is just a broke man sport shut up close your mouth
Lonely road got no way back home never had no doubt
Bad vibes take you out the picture Imma crop you out
Car parked at yo grannys crib I know your whereabouts