Still in New Orleans, still with my partnas
All of my ex's keep track of my progress to see what I drop next
I'm in the lobby, you know it's on yeah
You know I'm grown yeah
You know wassam when I get you alone yeah, get you alone
You just tryna hang cause I'm next to blow
And if I'm taking niggas down you the first to go
Don't need no handouts shorty I'm from Hollygrove
Tryna kick it with my lil yea and head out on the road
I get it hot like a sauna
All my niggas dominicana
I'm getting brain like a scholar, he tryna do me the honor
I think Ima pop one for you, drink one for you
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Still in Los Angeles, still tryna make it all happen
Most people won't understand it
Lucky I got me one out here selling ships like a captain
I am convinced that these bitches are watching my movements and writing them down
So I stop saying words, you'll just hear me on records like
I'm on my way up right
I'm damn sure not the lazy type yeah
A new state every night
I might just light the dank tonight yeah
None of the mob is with the play play
You know Ambré got folks here
Going way way way way way
Working hard until it's pay day
Something 'bout all these mixtapes
Man they charting like albums
Underground's one thing
Stadium music is how our shit sounding
Bitches be all in they feelings these days, all in they feelings these days
But we got a vision, we doing this shit cause it's bread to be made