Latchkey 4

Double life living, I work too hard so I fill addy prescriptions
I still tuck my chains in even if they ain't tennis
That AMG whispered my name like I had a headache
I called it out in 0 fucking 7, never forget it
So when I say I bet you this or that, we’re really betting
10 racks on it, no cap we can get with it
And if you hate me, I bet you really wish I lied in that line
But that rhyme was really for the cynics
I promise that was their only mention
From here on out, it’s positivity to guide our ascention
I never wrote a paragraph with a truer sentence
Clock my net worth, like damn, what have you invested?
Next week you’re down and out, man that ain't us
I no longer write the book I flip the pages
Cause this shit write itself like a weekend in vegas
All movies yours truely, KAYK’s tryna get me to strip clubs in Manhattan
My mom’s tryna get me back home and off of the backwoods
My sister’s tryna get me to Miami on wynwood
My brother’s tryna get me to friendly and something in me says do it
Then I realize it’s too close to home and I retreat back to the music
Back to the blueprint and that’s why I do this
I was never good at nothing else
No trophies put up on the shelf
Just notebooks while I blare cartoons in a dark room
Always did my best by myself (facts)
Hasn’t shit changed yet, except the ice and the chains yeah?
Next year it’s a range yeah?
Got it all from the game, man I’m way blessed