The Illustration

[Verse]
Tryna leave me in the, yeah
Tryna leave me in the dirt
Tryna get me down, tryna get me hurt
Tryna keep it silent, we gon' make it work
And it seem them days ain’t been the same, but I love it when it rains
Yeah, pullin' up in Bentley, but we switch it up for the Lamb
She a good girl at heart, but she switch it up for the 'gram
Roll up that weed then we spark, Ima fly to another realm
I gotta cut the fake ones off, Ion give a fuck if you fam’
Where the real onеs at?
Gotta have my back
You say you ridin', are you dyin'?
Bettеr not see you slack
If it ain't love why we tryin'?
I ain't gon' cap
Ain't finna sit here and listen to the bullshit you rap
But I mean, and I’m thinkin’ of-
And I'm thinkin’ 'bout quittin' the lean
And I'm thinkin’ 'bout puttin' down the percs
And I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' it work
And she talkin' 'bout throwin' it back
Man that ass on that bitch go berserk
Tell her come eat that 3 like dessert
Bring them choppas out, it's so alertin'
And I'm talkin', bitch, we shootin' first
We gon' get a chaffeur for your hearse
I got all the attention on me
I got all the bitches on me
Get up and I grab my fire, when a nigga feelin' lonely

[Outro]
See bitch I'm just sittin' in the stu' right now and I was just thinkin' like
I was like what the fuck should I put for this part
Like this beat one of them ones where you would talk 'bout some shit
I was like fuck it Ima let all my partnas say what they wanna say, you feel me

You know I ain't got to much to say
Just trust me
You ain't never know who out to get you
On God

You ain't PMO, you ain't Bird Business
Niggas don't want you around boy

Listen, it ain't about the money, it's about the fine print
Don't forget it nigga
This shit fuckin' business