Park Itself

Lyrics

[Intro] You the best No, you the best (Come On P) You are the best [Chorus] Fuck it, I'ma let the Benz park itself, nigga Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse On this twenty-four hour drive, I gotta pray first If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church [Verse 1] Anti, yeah, I'm on that drank, I got an attitude Whеn birds fly, I can make them motherfuckеrs chirp too I'm half-blind, boy, I'm like Urkel with a big tooth I'm that rap god, nigga, that'll strip you out your shit too Huh, deadstock, put him in a box, knock him out his boots Redeye, 12 o'clock flight, thousand fake blues Mama told me, "Make that paper, nigga, don't let it make you" Mama said, "Any nigga try to play you, send him to Jesús" Counted a quarter mil' with lil' Cali, that's my daughter, though She said she feel just like her daddy with her Rollie on Trafficking, man, I'm on my ninety-eighth rodeo Huh, mannequin, man, I left thirty in the Louis store Hundred on my head, that let me know you niggas real broke Free world, 'posed to been dead, but you niggas choked [Chorus] Fuck it, I'ma let the Benz park itself, nigga Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse On this twenty-four hour drive, I gotta pray first If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church [Verse 2] Mob ties, bootleggin' dope, Bandman Capone Allah, play me like a ho, that's where you gon' go Tada, make 'em disappear like a fuckin' ghost Drive-by, boy, we slam doors, what the fuck is those? Shout out to my Mexicans, nigga, for all this coke Shout out to my Africans for diggin' up all this gold Titanic, man, I'm the nigga that crashed the boat Below sea level with this Yacht-Master II on These rap niggas really like my sons, I need a group home Hundred packs in, sorry to my fans for no new songs Bens Simmons, twenty-five P's of that window Boy, all that cloudy-ass ice, you need a Brillo Boy, y'all niggas been hungry all y'all life, y'all some hippos Uh, this year, I poured forty-nine pints like I'm in Frisco Yeah, I'm still bustin' rhymes and makin' white flip more Now I don't nickel and dime every thirty-six O's [Chorus] Fuck it, I'ma let the Benz park itself, nigga Pocket full of bread, this that patty melt, nigga I'ma get rich and let 'em kill theyselves, nigga I could take that bitch 'cause her man the help I be on that Michael Phelps shit, swimmin' on the wealth I be on that get your brother hit and put it in a verse On this twenty-four hour drive, I gotta pray first If you scared, go and get a job, nigga, go to church (Come On P) [Outro] Nigga, talk that shit 'cause I Nigga Yeah, I talk that shit 'cause I