I'm at the finish line
I'm in my prime
I'm selling rerock
I'm really slime
Don't drive a Kia
I'm spinning on limes
You have no idea
I been drippy been swaggy since five
Like Kentucky chicken we fried
Smell like the pack all the time
I'm really the greatest stop trying
He reach for my chain he dying
I'm chilling w cookie like biscuits
Smoking on cookies in holland n England
I'm still outside in the winter
He talking shit he get popped like blister
I'm in Amsterdam w my sister
In Amsterdam dawg we living like drifters
You got no swag like a hipster
Yea you got no swag like
Yea on Soulja soon as I wake up I roll up pour up f*ck it
Toast it spark it Family guy yea I work at Pawtucket
I don'tdrills I don't have a hammer don't work in construction
No bluffing big rings on me big gas that I'm puffin
I know my opps be huffin n puffin the second I walk out stunting
I know my opps be sucking dick the way they be onto nothing
Ski mask on in daytime like I'm up to something
I'm just cold I ain't up to nothing
Crank that bitch
Got money withdrawal where the bank at bitch
I count banknotes
Call me Maxto banksy
Don't need a tv my real life a movie
Shawty so bad I get lost in her beauty
Double my bag no flash when I pose designer you see me from my head to toe
Gold on my neck n my wrist n my bones
Pack came in exotics and lows
I never seen him that boy is a ghost
N I been from east to west coast
Looseys in my tote
I get cash from selling blow
First draft pick the way that I ball
Ya im watching better call Saul
Feel like im ten feet tall
Still stand taller than Chris Paul
Still dress up just to go the mall
Nobody see me I do it regardless
I'm at the finish line
I'm in my prime
I'm selling rerock
I'm really slime
Don't drive a Kia
I'm spinning on limes
You have no idea
I been drippy been swaggy since five
Like Kentucky chicken we fried
Smell like the pack all the time
I'm really the greatest stop trying
He reach for my chain he dying