FOREIGN

[VERSE]
It gotta be a backwood or fronto
Answer my phone like pronto

MY bitch Italian. I like to spoil her
Next month I'll take her to Porto

Bitch I ain't stable. I'm traveling
Pull up in the hood with a stallion

Out in New York we be wildin man
You know we on fire man!

Like Lloyd banks spittin bars that bring tears
I Sign no deal. Until the math real
And Let's make it clear

I don't want friends.i want money!
Simple as that. Less get on it!

20 we turn it to 40. Double it. I want the glory
80s now turnin to 100s
He bought an eight for a hundred!

Yeah I love havin the leverage
If u wanna smoke the privelege

Highlawn like its gourmet
This is not. what u smoke mane

All yo shit tastes like butane
Get the fuck out my face mane

If the Boi dont believe you. I can't trust it. I can't trust it
Plus if Fury says go get it
I be bustin. I be bustin

If the Boi dont believe you. I can't trust it. I can't trust it
Plus if Fury says go get it
I be bustin. I be bustin

[BRIDGE]
Long gone are the old days with the phone on
When I hop on
In these damn beats something wrong wrong
Cause I'm all gone
I can't feel none
Of the damn pain
That we grew up
Havin Goin on
Man its all gone
And its all gone
Man its all gone