Phew

[Verse 1]
I’m the man, I got plans
5th of Bourbon in my hand, that’ll make you change your stance
I’m like..
In advance, and I rarely ever chance
Rather mitigate the risk
Keep my eye up on them bands
I’m like..
I’m just saying, in the land
Guess I’m back in high demand
And my car ain’t from Japan
But I drive it like I ran (from the cops)
I’m like damn
Seen you tweaking on the gram
I can never understand
How you claim to be a man (cuz you not)
Psssh, yeah you less able
Get these squares stretched out, that’s a rectangle
Tell that girl to wipe me down, like a wet table
Then come and get your ass beat, that’s a vegetable
Rest in peace, I’m deceased
That’s my car it’s not a lease
That’s Givenchy not a crease
Firmly grounded like some cleats
Heard you homie sent a link
Listened to it shit is weak
You should trash and hit delete

[Chorus]
If it ain’t about the bottom line it’s NOT important
I don’t entertain a buy if I can NOT afford it
I don’t like the 808 if it is NOT distorted
And I really wish you would but this is NOT a forest
So I’m back in my bag, once again
And you back on my back, once again
What’s new?
Michael Jack, hit my dance
Then I slide, like the roof
Of my whip, it go phew

[Verse 2]
Stock going up
That’s for sure, Halleluj
It’s a blessing, lil bitch, how are you?
Show the numbers to my haters from the past
How’d I do?
The kind of growth that you been seeing from me, nothing new
Saw your Civic that you bought right off the lot
Shit is cute, yeah
I guess we have different definitions of a coupe, yeah
You were awfully confident back in them high school days
Aye lil buddy, what happened to you?
How’s that 9-5 working, for you?
How’s that drive working for you?
Never stopped working now
I’m in the drive doing donuts
In a ride you can’t afford
And living life, never gave up on the grind
Fell a lot but never died, and my top go phew

[Chorus]
If it ain’t about the bottom line it’s NOT important
I don’t entertain a buy if I can NOT afford it
I don’t like the 808 if it is NOT distorted
And I really wish you would but this is NOT a forest
So I’m back in my bag, once again
And you back on my back, once again
What’s new?
Michael Jack, hit my dance
Then I slide, like the roof
Of my whip, it go phew

[Verse 3]
Yeah my roof go off
And my three piece tailored so my suit go off
Smell like Hugo Boss, I cannot do no wrong
Yeah we can dead that now
You came up but it was short, that’s a dead cat bounce
I got next, hard work done got me blessed
I got texts, from some people that I know you’ve never met
That’s a flex, used to roll on decks
Now all I do is check my rolodex
I got contacts, so you could say my vision got correct
I’m like, woo woo woo woo woo
Tell her I Just Do it my whole life a Nike Swoosh
You might see me chill, but that’s once in a Blue Moon
I love the grind, can’t comply till I’m U2
Back when I was young and throwing clips up on my YouTube
Used to dream about the day when I’d be in a new coupe
Now I’m in an audi doing numbers off of rap shit
My top go PHEW as I maneuver through the traffic
Yeah bitch!