i want the life of a legend
black heart and matching weapons
got a thing for aesthetics
straight shooter like redick
we get to dukin' and that gloc-32
pull a laettner at the buzzer
my momma told me i'm living crazy
i'm just being what she made me
dealing with the luck she gave me
money comes and money goes
only leave the garden gnomes
take the racks from out the stove
selling tablet's like toshiba
then we 'gon have to find your house
and fucking christmas tree it nigga
and i never plan on showing up
never could be rich enough
cause i grew up broke as fuck
so i'll never stop my stroll
all for the love of dough
i'd be lying if i told you that we got it on the low
but we got it out the 'do
if you need it let me know
what you nigga's know about
fuck what you be talking 'bout
we really bring these chopper's out
tell that pussy nigga talking
only leave his momma grieving
so he can slow dance with this desert eagle
understand my grind is crooked
like an armean with a sextape
see more drugs than 2 chainz
and my threat is a promise
i'm in one big room filled with abused substance