Lyrics

Verse 1- RIP Jakari Still workin' towards that new condo & Ferrari Been getting' better lately my life has been a safari not givin' a fuck bout' my actions or the need to say sorry Doin' it for my city, county, even my Harleys Mean my riders who always hold me down and never part me Do this for kasy, my father, Tonya, willy and maurie FCOE cause this fam is more permanent than a sharpie Aware of people that say they miss me but they never call me Ain't saying no names, I'm making the flames I'm stating the facts, so stay in ya' place Niggas wanna stop my construction while I'm paving the way Really middle finger to my past, I'm waving to my latest Wasn't with me at my lows, you don't deserve me at my greatest Came back strong off of aiming at my haters, I was stressing so therefore I took a fucking hiatus Tell them niggas clean up, noticing that while I write this shit I haven't even seen my mother up to 3 months But that's another story nigga I'm about to beam up and I'm married to this shit you better know I got a prenup I, used to be the gentleman that they could call up on, most of my niggas dogging bitches with they collar on And women these days be the loosest don't care what they doing as long as they got some nail polish on Big shoutout to DejaVu, me and her we got a bond, she finally in my crew, we bout' to be dropping bombs And Adiya still ain't with me but its cool, cause in the future when she get that ring, she gon' be my soccer mom Hook- Yeah, you fuckin' wit' the man of the year (repeat) Niggas want the best well I'm here, here, here Verse 2- Fuck Yo' Favorite Rapper, Of Course, No Intercourse I won't be happy till' I get my fuckin' brother in a Porsche Say they could handle the heat, but I'll never pass em' a torch While we was up in the booth, them niggas had stayed on the porch Gotta' put that work in for cars that are European Its obvious niggas couldn't switch in the lane we in People that say they could help you nowadays be deceiving I'm workin' so I could see the view my nigga crizzy seein' uh Wrote this shit at 3:16, tryna' make a living out of 3:16s Video from hype Williams would do it that's my dream and I'm gon' pay like half-a-mill to see me on that split screen Niggas they be funny man like how you switch teams, cut ya' hands off so that they can see they wrist freeze They don't, make em', like us anymore, well, fuck it, we gon' be sellin' out the stores wit' Nationwide tours, mansion wit' marble floors Flexing wit' Rolexes outta' lamborghini doors I see this in my dreams, in my life, you decide yours With bitches dishing out gossip-I say they doin' they chores Had a convo wit' cinco he saw this happening for me made me proud that my brother took time to imagine it for me, uh FCOE that's what the logo said I lust for bitches out of eye candy photo spreads Fuck Yo' Favorite Rapper If I ain't him he'll be done sooner or later It's the perfect time to hate him I'm killing em' whoever they all gotta' be cremated Think he having a ball, well I'ma have to deflate em' Think you stuntin' that's fuckery as if, no matter how many women or benzes you crashed in The woman that you love ain't nun to them, they ran a train on yo' buss down FCOE TRANSIT