young ignant airplane as fuck my story nonfiction i ain t making this up they say hate is a reflection of your success well in that case i don t think niggas hating enough yeah i heard your shit ever consider hanging it up in the hall of fame i pitch it up we hanging it up cash rules everything around me if i answer and it ain t about bread i m hanging it up i m so in love with this live lately it s been a rush on my grown man shit i look wavy up in a tux its your opinion dog you couldn t pay me to give a fuck don t figure the z you ain t me nigga the jig is up the money and the fam like a weigh in just me and my fucking brothers like the wayans opportunity the clique full circle tightening and the bitches with it so you know they re looking for a way in in my city i m heavyweight you gon need a weigh in labels like this is heavyweight we gon need to pay him i mean i ain t think so anything under 6 figures nigga i didn t know kings amongst kings that s how my clique rolls these other cliques is too tired like a bicycle grinding but i m on some fly shit though in my king size bed is where them dime chicks go i only mess with fine thick hoes bitches i be playing mind tricks on show them the life and let their mind get blown get their few seconds of fame like a vine clip show two different color benz s feeling like a chauffeur i got dumb bitches in back reezy in this cranberry joint i m on my slave master shit cause the one i m whipping is black2