5 Am in Toronto

Yeah

This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know

For my niggas, though

Uh, you underestimated greatly

Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?

The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me

So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety

I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards

You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper

Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter

Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga

Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you

I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you?

Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget

Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it

Damn, this shit could go on a tape

Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break

Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook

That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake

Straight white pre, why's it always me?

Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team

'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas

Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas

For real

Some nobody started feelin' himself

A couple somebodies started killin' themself

A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf

I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation

Bad press during the summer for allegations

I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money

That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'

A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement

And I'm the only nigga still known for the music

I swear, fuck them niggas this year

I made Forbes list, nigga

Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans

But if I stay in this shit, there's a bunch of corpses

And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans

Stashin' money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings

Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss so to's and to so's

Nothin' was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa

This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon

This shit for Julius, Milly Mill

Boy we do this shit for real

All them boys in my will

All them boys is my wheels

Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil

Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill

If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real

Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase

But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates

My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race

It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe

Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10

Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again

I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again

A young nigga tryin' to win here again

Man, what's up?

Hey, yeah

A young nigga tryin' to win here again

If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in

I got her drinkin' with your boy

I got her fucked up, shorty

Aww yeah