Trauma Tone (Kino Beats) Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I'm livin' What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch In the Coupe, Lyft or Uber, no fuckin' excuses I'ma get after that motherfuckin' grip Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Sliding, east siding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Back of the Rolls, cracking jokes with the driver Back of the Rolls looking at hoes riding by him Rolled up another one Don't want no smoke and I ain't even halfway done Probably won't get home 'til the rising of the sun Now I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for my son Take a shower, charge both of my phones then get back on the road We was still clocking dough when the world was closed Now shit back open and we raking in more Hustling to no end Like my homies in Detroit having motion Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I'm livin' What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch In the Coupe, Lyft or Uber, no fuckin' excuses I'ma get after that motherfuckin' grip Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing Sliding, east siding, high riding Back of the Rolls with my notepad

Keep the E in it, Chevys on Smoking weed in it Girl, don't post me in your pictures High as my aspirations Clean as my gold day tons The reason she can stop waiting to exhale I'm smoking well Breathin' clouds, castin' spells Voodoo that I do Don't leave me 'round your boo Sleepless in Seattle I'm up, I'm rolling fat ones Grazin' on grass like Cattle while coyotes lurk in the shadows Usual suspects arrived in matching Corvettes with double barrels Smokin' aces, take ten paces Draw your weapon and Pray to God you make it In other words, shoot your shot at all costs I guess that's what I'm saying He got game But not like mе, watch how I play it Menace to society had us holding pistols Firе sideways firing O-Dog admiring A-wax in that grand national sliding Took 'em on them licks Niggas got clipped and boys became men Coolie high gadgets and contraptions Like a golden eye spy with the vernacular Or Superfly, the original vision 1972, I never done what they do I don't get in it Never been tempted to attend a party That they threw We good just being us Hustlers from blue hill avenue Theatre in the crib, the fuel from my pen Plus the way that I live already the shit Pull up in somethin' sick Disappear without a trace The man and the myth, look at him Swear I should wear a cape when I do it 2004 Bape, bitch, you was clueless Stuck on stupid Literally superglued to it I'm travelling without moving Always in the new shit Buy them hoopties and redo 'em Stay back to the future Moving Hard top '76, we in it cruising Drugs and music Yeah, yeah, uh Mhm, uh Still tryna find What Devin left up in that ashtray Buddha loving, I been high since Friday Let's get blown She changed the music to some Sade She asked how to roll a blunt Baby, I show you my way I been crumblin' herb since myspace The jets landed And my eyes kind of dilated Spitta probably smoking weed Up in that Cadillac My grandfather said he need it for his cataracts Day and night how it used to be We on the ave tryna duck D's How to fly now we overseas Got connects and still flew it in The Black Boston George Who said I can't get stoned anymore? I'm with my bitch She tryna buy out the store I'm too high I'm 'bout to head out the door I miss that haze That purple Cam'ron was on I never stopped dreaming I always want more Love without conditions Only want it if it's pure Tryna be optimistic 'Cause sometimes I could get lost in my thoughts just overthinking Sometimes I feel ah, ah Ayy Ayy Smokin' weed in it

Yeah One of them last minute packs, Fuse sent some shit through Yeah, yeah Rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions In a versace robe with a vision, help me count it up But I can't show her where it's hidden (where it's hidden) Hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions Say she want a nigga with that drive (with that drive) But mama, that's a bumpy ride (bumpy ride) Ain't no guarantee how much time We gotta put in before we shine But when we locked eyes, I felt that had to be a sign You look like something I designed, something out my mind Keep each other fly, I just keep you crazy high Make her smile, make her cry, make her put it on the line 'Cause I'm not one of them, sitting around And not hustling, wondering, why the fuck I'm struggling? Nope, I'm bringing ducats in Meeting in Manhattan 'bout to get T.Y. a publicist Get him out the streets and in a condo on some stunting shit A G with a plan, need a bitch who understand what it take Fuckin' with my title when my title hold weight Bitches and niggas in the street twisting my name You just gotta stay in your lane, ball hard with champagne Hoes is hoes, they come and go Real recognize real and when you know, you know Hoes is hoes, they come and go Real recognize real and when you know, you know She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions I'm in the world on another mission She staring out the window, smoking, listening for my engine She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga Help me get to them millions