DJ Khaled
Pat them down count the money
let 'em see the work yeah
That's the definition
of a major key alert
Another nigga gotta die
won't be the first nah
Won't be the last
all we see is cash yeah
Your real story don't match
what you rappin' 'bout
liar
So keep the movies in
stop actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout
no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped
at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster
I had the hard fever
Switch from the bald head
to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules
now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up
in this thug-rap shit
never
Rather be bumper to bumper
in drug traffic
Cash on deck
whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things
they become drastic
Next thing is cremation
or a casket
Fuck fallin' back
I need all of that
I need my name in the cocaine
almanac Jada
Real dope boy put me
in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews
they ain't call us back
Either way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets
love me
I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops
but the words are forever
breathing
You hatin' cause we the best
find a better reason
First thing first don't ever
play yourself ever
Oh another thing
I ain't ever play myself never
Even when they all changed up
I stayed myself it's me
Did what worked for me
then bossed up and paid myself
See I'm showin' up a K off
gain a Rollie a day off
Still got that work
I don't know about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I guess
we in the playoffs
swish
Team full of baddies
all my bitches in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted
no part of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me
Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White
walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat
while everybody starved
My city don't sleep
I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz
it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall I do me
I ain't y'all
This New York nigga
let 'em hang
giant balls
Odell Beckham respect him
you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me
when I don't expect 'em
hey bighead
Then I hit 'em with the curve
from the major league
Gotta wait your turn
that's a major key
Mami yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back with the slow cum
In the lane I got her so strung
I don't even know her
Every night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife
what this dick like
Balmain Joe
every time you see a nigga flee
Mr. Officer I was only grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy
I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go woah
Fuck your bitch and
let your mans know so
Yeah now it's the Don in the Don
couple laughs in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber
cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and
you tied to the sideline
Brian Scalabrine
niggas always tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin'
all sauce
Every day Vera Wang
nigga cloth talk
Now I'm takin' over everything
like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like
beautiful Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money
like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin'
now please line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'
Niggas think it's funny
Pop you in your shit
brotha
Now make room for the money
MOVE
If you don't move
I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself
I'll beat you past shameful
I get this bread and shine
like an angel
One of the last with bars
you niggas better be grateful
Thank you so much
I Diddy bop and drop
on you niggas
I count bread and take it
to the top on you niggas
Mountaintop
Blah blah blah blah
you sound alike my niggas
Blah blah but when I do it
I finesse
I got it locked my niggas
I give you new brand shit
fuck you gon' do
And know we love the boom bap
oh yeah we do this too
Yeah fuck with the realer side
oh you against us nigga
You better run and hide
until I'm finished nigga
Don't play yourself
Play yourself and lay
yourself dead in a casket
Pray yourself end in a basket
Hate yourself
Cause you ain't ask if you
could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader
for the people
You talk a lot
I've seen the truth
like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever play yourself
I saw a lot of niggas fade out
right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up
I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks
That nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good
head and shoulders
To keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles chart
on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers
they prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers
so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the most
pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse
when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is
what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas
tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son
like my blinds' open
I know the hood well
but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood
niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest
ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch
with all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram
I do it for my Grammy
Fuck a gold trophy
I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta finish
bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories
you ain't even part of it all
Start from the bottom or oh
please don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive
my own flood
I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks
an ark that's all
Road to riches
I'm still in gear
while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed
in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her
Please be hammered
so you can sex us
My arm strong
if Louisiana then tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate then
don't even send a message
FYI I'll be free 'round 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be
New Orleans
I'm an organ donor
I'm alive with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain
Cause bitch there's no arteries
Jones