Don’t Be Gone

Look, yea

They don't want the smoke, we sitting in a hotbox
Off top, since Krate Killer filled the dropbox
Im non-stop, living like a mob boss
Going hard everyday till god hit the stop watch
This California, catch you at the cross walk
No dodger here, its angels and white sox
You better ask around if you don't know why
When you see em on the corner moving that snow white
Never been the slow type or rocked with them low vibes
Humble, cuz life quick to hit you with a clothesline
Unlocked the flow, now im sitting on a gold mine
Getting dough, round thе globe whenevеr its show time
At the show case, no need to show face
They been known the name and paying the pro-rate
They say the more you make the more you have to donate
Fuck a bitch, this rap shit my soul mate

UH
Don't be gone, want this shit to forever last
So close, feeling like I found the treasure map
Check the impact, though its hard to measure that
Its still money team like we may weathers camp
Pass the champagne, this the campaign
That's gonna willy maze me to the cash train
With a J-Lo in my bed holding on to my last name
Mansion in the Hamptons, weed in the ashtray
On my last game, going out like Kobe did
Colder than the soviets and doper than those opiates
That killed my mans, and some of my associates
Comes to the bars know the kid got copious
Heading for utopias, had to face my phobias
Now we got hoes came straight from cambodia
Better pay attention when you see me on the podium
Never thought they'd see a king come from a custodian