FINALLY

{Verse 1}
Everybody eatin’ like it’s catered
Four in the baby like my bitch in labor
If I put you on you turn your back on me then you a traitor
Everytime I get a check, I hit my knees and say a prayer
Like I’m gettin money
Smokin’ under pressure
You don’t burn gas like a motherfuckin Tesla
Those ain’t diamonds, someone get a diamond tester
Yeah, look at your rings boy they faker than a restore
I ain’t drop a song all year, look at this money that’s impressive
Gotta keep the pistol by my side bitch I’m obsessive
OK, that’s your bitch I hit and run, she need progressive
We don’t do no typin
We find out addresses
We just starting wars
We don’t have remorse
We just go onstage and call out names just like awards
I got suicide doors
Now my car look like a corpse
My Glocks got extensions like motherfuckin cors
This shit is real life can’t build no motherfuckin forest
Keep thinkin shit sweet like the penthouse floor
I just cop them pounds and break them up like a divorce
I got that firework like this the motherfuckin Fourth
I’m ballin like I’m standing on a court full of dwarfs
And when it come to my money don’t be motherfuckin short
I pass the bitch, she yours
I’m ballin check the scores
I came up off the rebound, that’s assist points and boards
I’m right but you don’t understand me like this shit ain’t legible
The way these artists spitting nowadays just ain’t acceptable
Maybe I’m too technical
Or maybe they should throw you out the game just like two technicals
Young Hollywood, incredible

That’s facts
(What up)
I’m strapped
(What up)
Don’t lack me
(Whatever)
Yeah don’t ask

{Verse 2}
Got the game on lock I finally changed the combination
Told her “ride this dick”, she did it like it’s transportation
I came up from nothin, rags to riches, transformation
Was sleeping on me for a minute call that hibernation
I stopped sipping codeine, but sometimes get a temptation
Tryna join the game where there’s rules and regulations
Boy you said trippin where you get your information
And cut your life short like it's an abbreviation
On my way to the top, that’s my destination
Got a lot of work and I don’t mean no occupation
People tryna sue me, I could show your ass the statements
If I beat an artists ass, then that’s a motherfuckin placement
Try me or my dogs and guns get drawn like illustrations
Been trippin for awhile that’s a long vacation
Hollywood Baby, and Broward County Raised
And God told me be patient
Stay down till you come up finally made it
Doin this forever old hunnids boy they ancient
Solid foundation
Boy this shit amazing
And I'm so motherfuckin thankful
QC the label, they put a million on the table