land of opportunity

desperate to be found

and blood stains all around

and my stupid bust thought the lure would be enough

you ain't seen nothing yet

i'm always planted

couldn't push me down a hill

i double numbers on up-and-comers

you rookies gotta chill

broke a classic of sour power

it whoop me out a mill

life's a bitch and still crowd around

that pussy gotta chill

pack an island on half my talent

your calendar is clear

black medallion

i'm back to stylin'

and balancing career

nigga

miss me by that argument

left that in my 20s

100s and 50s all i bargain with

still bagging up money

dummy

i'm stereo trips

name of your guardian

superior wrist

play me to starve again

canary the fist

raise me a problem

don't compare me to shit

came from the bottom

bodies there on the strip

brand me a column

probably hear i'm a quit

grammy asylum

bottom tears on my shit

candy in harlem

rocking flairs on my whip

the profit handle and click

you out here scamming a trick

you sneaky deaving

chop your hand you get slick

don't rock your sleepy

drop the bands on your fit

you getting to it

you don't talk about it

when trouble comes there ain't no walk around it

why you think the morgue is crowded?

don't get your body chalk around it

how in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?

don't make us type your eulogy

class in session

pay your student fee

they eyeing all your jewelry

what your problems got to do with me?

you begging

i ain't heard a thing

money hollers usually

yeah

back at 'em with banks

reverse camera on

i back out of the bank

no withdrawals

just depositing

i ain't get this plug on twitter

but i'm a follow 'em

and what your problems got to do with me?

and why the fuck you screwing me?

i kill 'em then

go on read his eulogy

i got beef

i don't talk about it

put the hawk up in 'em

spin 'em and pull the hawk up out 'em

pull the whip on the strip

niggas'll gawk about her

never stick your dick in a chick and bitch'll squawk about it

why these bitches wanna ruin me?

probably 'cause i'm speaking money fluently

and this the land of opportunity

i told banks i get g's by the unit

b

all i need is yayo and there ain't nothing they can do with me

you getting to it

you don't talk about it

when trouble comes there ain't no walk around it

why you think the morgue is crowded?

don't get your body chalk around it

how in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?

don't make us type your eulogy

class in session

pay your student fee

they eyeing all your jewelry

what your problems got to do with me?

you begging

i ain't heard a thing

money hollers usually

nothing reminds me of the grimy time to call it quits

as soon as i fix 'em been off revenge

alcoholic twitch

popular kid when sloppy handing off enormous bricks

invitation the forces miss followed by performance slips

a little diesel and california flips

the figures transforming

destiny's calling your normal piss

stomping the standards i set

skipping the portal list

20 fucking years on the set ditching the spoiled bitch

stuck on a new beginning

my fucks in a toolie spinning

wind up with the rule of the willing

die tough when the movie ending

bending these corners with the piece out

you panicking

play with the money

knock 20 teeth off your camera grin

breaking the borders

all the channeling

i promised my conscience i'll be the man again

and shock you out your ambient

and posses died of family when

some pockets size champion

rockabye in panties and the boppers slide their hammers in

you getting to it

you don't talk about it

when trouble comes there ain't no walk around it

why you think the morgue is crowded?

don't get your body chalk around it

how in the land of opportunity when niggas trying to ruin me?

don't make us type your eulogy

class in session

pay your student fee

they eyeing all your jewelry

what your problems got to do with me?

you begging

i ain't heard a thing

money hollers usually