dead flowers

griselda

yeah

nigga

yeah

nigga

we back

nigga

you know what the fuck is up

nigga

look

the mac-11 in my belt

ready to play my cards however they was dealt

i had to level up myself

'cause even if i did need it

i would never get the help

i'm the illest

fuck whoever and how they felt

the way i'm rappin' lately

shit

i'm impressin' myself

haha

pusha t ozweegos

i'm like deebo at the dice game shootin' cee-lo

foreign parked

auto-start

no keyhole

took a loss

got a kilo

and i rebounded like i was z-bo

before i was blowin' up in the game

i was broke and had a bad bitch showin' up in a range

on a flight

hungover

i'm throwin' up on the plane

damn

i thought you was official

you sold your soul for a chain

and the fame got to your head

yeah

boy

you changed once you got you some change

got you some bread

yeah

nigga

hold up

i ain't finished with these fuck niggas

look

i should aim shots at your head

but now you gotta sleep at night

knowin' you ain't a real nigga

now lay on top of your bed

that's how you made it

i just won a hundred thousand down in vegas

gucci down to my socks

smilin' like radric davis

uh

bitch in my dms said

i'm proud you made it"