i'm feeling like i ain't took a nap in weeks
diamonds in the cut make an actress speak
spin it like a ceiling fan
old harlem niggas pitching grams
kill the streets then hit the beach
wishing i was on my fifth tour
got some work i can click off
learned how to stack good
i just want that beamer same color as a backwood
used to do the chicken spot
rolled with some older niggas that'll tie your mama up
oyster perpetual for the rollie
bottom nigga climbing up off sour
pull up in some shit you never seen so i ain't gotta rush
kept the white right in the middle like moon pies
they think they riding till they goons die
my younging ask you what your shoe size
then probably let a few fly
tryna win the grammy off of grandz & buda
i'm feeling like i ain't took a nap in weeks
diamonds in the cut make an actress speak
spin it like a ceiling fan
old harlem niggas pitching grams
kill the streets then hit the beach
look he dropping the drop again
don't even acknowledge 'em
nigga fuck is you donovan?
and that's when everything never name my accomplices
they the real reason for all my accomplishments
see that car ain't from rap
can't tell you everything though believe it's mobster shit
that lead to casket stuffing