Startin' to see
I'm startin' to see space— uh
I'm startin' to see who she tryna be
she still gon' fuck with me
I'm startin' to see who they tryna be, you know I (Yeah)

I'm startin' to see spaceships all
on Bankhead just like Fabo did
I don't even want a bitch
he gon' buy her a purse and he gon' get her a wig
My son gon' say he grew up watchin' me win just like MJ kid
They couldn't believe I went spent that with Alex
I just went did it again
Lil' nigga ain't my kin
ain't one of the guys, don't even call me twin
Fightin' that case and I beat it
ever since then, I don't even like FNs
I don't even know them niggas
I don't know what y'all sayin', how a nigga snitch on his m—
I don't even know them niggas
I don't know what y'all sayin'
how a nigga snitch on his man?
Soon as I up this bitch, I'm gon' start sprayin'
better hit the floor with your hands
I was fucked up on them bars
I lost my mind, I'll never lose it again
I was fucked up on them bars
shit broke me down, shit'll never break me again
I was fucked up on them bars
shit broke me down, shit'll never—
It's big, big, big, big, big
big-body Benz when we roll around
When you down bad, you gon' see who really with you
you see through fake smiles
He think did somethin'
he went to Hutch and spent him ten thousand
I think I did somethin', where I grew up
just bought me ten houses
Lil' mama gon'— she hit the PIN, I think it's gon' deposit
I think I did somethin', where I grew up
just bought me ten houses
She think she did somethin'
she moved away like we don't count the mileage
He think did somethin', he went to— yeah
That shit don't count, a nigga went to Hutch
he spent him ten thousand
She from New York, she moved to the Yams
she tryna reset the mileage
Yeah, I'm gettin' money, but I need a lil' more
I need ten billion thousand
I'm ridin' 'round with a whole lotta rounds
you know I get to wildin'
They don't want no smoke
they tryna backdoor they mans just
so we don't have a problem
I'm rich as hell, ain't none of us gangster
we don't even condone violence
His boo hit me, got fifty for a verse
mm-mm, she sound childish
I'm a real P, she in here 'cause I ain't trippin'
my songs be like a Bible

Nigga, my songs be like a Bible
I'm a real P, she in here 'cause I ain't— Smoove
I'm a real P
I'm a real nigga
I'm a real don, we'll put you on a
shirt for all that actin' childish