[Verse]
Broke as fuck with a beautiful life
I done had visions of who I’d be, what a beautiful sight
Music money keep my lights on and the studio bright
Lately I been nailing every song. Get your cuticles right
Niggas left cause the industry wasn’t doing us right
Good riddance
Getting it while the gettin’s good off these good writtens
Real niggas give a fuck about who can’t stand’em
They more concerned about fuckin with those who stood with’em
Call it a spending problem. I just call that shit funny
Sometimes I’m broke Cause certain moments more important than money
I spend it all and get it back I know the universe love me
I’m God most hard headed child but She keep looking out for me
And I can’t wait until my momma’s problem child is solving all of hers
From shouting matches to mansions seeing it all emerge
Almost made a rookie mistake and made her grandchild
Cause throwing bread is exactly how you call a bird
I wake up every day and I’m myself for a living
Living check to check but still feel like I’m making a killing
And seeing niggas take the sauce was such a negative feeling
Till I decided I just take the flow and make it they ceiling
And I look forward to looking back on my life right now
Feeling the shit I couldn’t quite write down
Ain’t nothing like hitting they stage. They hit the lights. You hit the mic. Pipe down
I’m like Tyson, give it all like I’m doing fight night rounds
Because All of that fear and doubt I had was making me wanna falter
Hind sight is 20/20, I’m feeling like Barbara Walters
All praises, exalt the father
And pray to the tallest alter
That God’ll grant me patience for days they ain’t wanna call a
Dread headed muthafucka
North side what I’m reppin’
I tell Ukan quit the bitchin’, we gone make it in a second
Tell my doubters all that hate and envy ineffective
Tell my lawyer it’s a go when niggas come with they investments
I’m here. 6 figures on tables. I love the way they turning
EnvisionIng Turks and Caicos’ll be my latest journey
My favorite lady light bright she tryna catch a tan
You know you gone see me with them reds like I’m method man
I got me this far tell me why would I switch it up?
If it runneth over why would sip from a different cup?
I been dying to live it up
Quit trying and give it up
Cause we had to watch Chris Wallace die to BIG’em up
She think I have to hold her
In LA meetings tryna max the quota
Begging me to come by and see her but I’m just passing over
Casanova. Casa Blanca. La Cosa Nostra
This little thing of ours keeps going not close to over
Niggas not as able
Say a prayer. To God I’m grateful
Cause I got all my drive from the jump like a starter cable
Niggas see the wave and they think I should start a label
Cain rather kill his bro than start working as hard as Able
I’m alert
Head on a swivel foot on the gas peddle
Safety niggas talk, you run up and they wanna back peddle
Get my backends ready, I’ll be there when half the cash settles
Me and my niggas all hopping out of a black rental
Get some copyrights and bet you’ll be flossing too
Making money in my sleep like a nigga done lost a tooth
And if that lady fine you can bet that that lady mine
Take a trip around my city
Next album 285
It’s alive
[Spoken]
“Randolph, Randolph, We’re back”