[Verse 1]:
Made it out to the city 'round '06
Back when I thought it all but then I didn't know shit
Now, 'leven years later I'm this grown ass kid
Thinking I just found the one just like my old man did
But nevermind that
I'm just tryna make the moment last
'Cause the last time felt like I wasted my only chance
Now I'm back around
I had to do this thing right this time
My intuition looking at me like it's 'bout damn time
I'll be right by your side
'till 3005
Say she never been this high
I got that cloud number nine flow
Switching time zones
Another day, another milestone
Caught the vibe like it's a taxi ride home
I'm on the way now
All these other niggas got the same sound
I got the game tryna ride the wave now
Too much on my plate now
All these other bitches got the same style
I got you whenever
Let's get away now
[Hook]:
Baby you've been with me from the start
(x2)
[Verse 2]:
I could never settle for less
I need that number one spot
You bumbaclot
Hotboxing the hooptie like "fuck the cops"
See, I'm just tryna be the success that my poppa not
But still show the same love to the famo my poppa got
I know you wish that I stayed in school and obeyed the rule
But see I couldn't play the fool any longer, the clocks tickin'
One day you'll understand
That I'm only the man I am
'Cause of all the lessons you taught me, that's the fuel to my ambition, okay
I figured out the game wasn't the way i seemed
'Cause everybody's making a living from make believe
I'm on the balcony aiming at the stars with a laser beam
I got the perfect shot
So I might as well make a scene
Now pop the champagne
Like we already popular now
I'm just stuck in my own ways
I never followed no crowd
I'm still locking it down
For all my dogs underground
Until we see the finish line
The finish line
The finish line, singing
[Hook]
[Breakdown / Notorious B.I.G]:
Diamonds on my neck
Chrome drop top
Chillin' on the scene
Smoking pounds of green
Ouuwee, you see?
The ugliest, Money-hungriest
Brooklyn loch ness
Diamonds on my neck
Chrome drop top 7
Chillin' on the scene
Smoking pounds of green
Ouuwee
Diamonds on my neck
Chrome drop top
Diamonds on my neck 6
Chrome drop top
Pt. 2
[Refrain / 808x]
I don't know what you want from me, I don't know what you want
I don't know what you want from me, I don't know what you want
[Verse 2]:
Came back on my hold up wait a minute shit
Y'all thought I was finished shit
Chain smoking, plug calling
Shout out the dealership
Major keys only, no minors allowed
She hopped up on it like it's rodeo, one hell of a ride
She know the mans ain't no Pinocchio, no telling no lies
Straight to the point-blank
Shot to the head, pay me no mind
Feel like
Lex Luthor plottin' on his next maneuver
Solve The Problem your worst nightmare nigga, Freddy Kruger
No fucking around
One of a kind, wylin' out
Fresh out the basement
Amazing grace, pray for the kids
What's going around - coming around, it's funny how
Them other rappers dumbin' down just to make some sense
I guess there's nothing left to say but let the games begin
Don't ever get that shit mistaken I don't play pretend
This shit for keeps
I got no second thoughts
I let the trigger squeeze
Flippin' keys, slanging metaphors and soliloquys
Some purple rain poured up
Preaching through the wire
The lean locking my jaws up
That double cup for sure love
I know they thinking they got me all figured out but so you know
This ain't even my final form its the warm up
Double shot
Fuck it, that shit got me in my right mind
This thing tricky
Way too busy chasing dollar-signs
I got the gang with me all the time swinging pocketknives
Rap game Columbine
Witness all the bodies drop
I'm off the top like bottle caps
Some dank inside the stash
Felt like I needed something classic so I brought it back
Started from scratch
Grandmaster Flash with the wax
It's a possible homicide when I hop on a track
Pull up with that automatic on me
That's banana clips
Jumpin' out the hotbox feeling like some brand new kicks
College dropout
Never knew how to stick to the scripts
Mayonnaise colored Benz
I push miracle whips
I'm on my old school original pimp shit
Picture me rollin' in
20 inch on the rims spinnin'
Ode to the city
Street lights
Skyscraper high hopes
Summertime blues
Sublime green
Murder she wrote, bang!
