Stop playin' I'm off range
People won't know how this feel 'til they stock change, this pure shit
I spit this like it's sure shit
Me and my dawg both back on that bull shit
Damn how Wayne and Baby gon break up
Me and PT I'm just hopin' that we make up
Met a new trick got head on the day of
And you know I f*ck on that bih when we lay up
Shoot my own videos cause well who else gon shoot em
I'm sorry you had to see this I had to do 'em like this
My ex girls so close they just might kiss
My left wrist and right hit the light, shit
Oh babygirl you was doubting me
Used to shout out at me but now you shouting me out
What's that all about? Is you tryna gain clout
Or is you tryna make out? What the f*ck
Cause people gon talk if you poppin' or not
And my girl get mad when I don't listen a lot
God is God, money's king, and living happy is crucial
Now I find myself hugging Momma longer than usual
Thinkin' if she'll ever get back together with Poppa
Don't worry 'bout it Ma this music crazy I got ya
Yeah, I know the ways I paved and shit
Oh now they wanna praise this shit
Ain't nothing changed but the bankroll
Close range but nowhere close to da rank doe
We not the same I cant be seen with no stank hoes
I'm all gas and plenty more in the tank doe
Uh, I still ball when the timer off
I'm high-end this designer talk
Mothaf*ckas is ridiculous
Don't know them but they sick of us
I wanna set the example
Do this in my sandals shit I talk is substantial
I'm on the shit that the future will sample