Lyrics

[Chorus] Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace [Verse 1] I can tell ya how it happened I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas I can tell you not a rapper Tryna sell this story, I don't even open up the package Who you with? What you claim? I was payin' mama's rent when I was turnin' seventeen Soda dirty like Diana never clean My ex asked me, "Where you movin'?" I said, "On to better things", yeah [Chorus] Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace [Verse 2] I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house takin' no calls I done hit the stride, got my shit goin' In the 6, cookin' with the wrist motion Drapes closed, I don't know what time it is I'm still awake, I gotta shine this year I can never ever let the streets down Haven't left the condo for a week now, man [Chorus] Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace [Verse 3] I've been on a mission, haven't left the condo This that OVO, that SZN, this that new Toronto I get boxes of free Jordan like I play for North Carolina How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know? All my watches always timeless, you can keep the diamonds Treatin' Diamonds of Atlanta like it's King of Diamonds Take a flick, I look like Meechy, look like Bleu DaVinci I treat V Live like it's 07 in Magic City Man, I told my city I'd be gone 'til November then November came Then I came, right back on my worst behav' 6 God, put both hands together, that's amazin' grace 6 God, selfish with the love, I need all the praise (Woo) They got me feelin' like the one again (Woo) They got me feelin' like the one again Yeah, shout goes out to Nike, checks all over me I need a FuelBand just to see how long the run has been [Chorus] Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man Let's just not even discuss it, man OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace [Outro] I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house takin' no calls I done hit the stride, got my shit goin' In the 6, cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri