As a look in the mirror, takin' this fucking selfie I'm tired of helpin' niggas, who gonna help me? Fine bringin' in the bag, how we gonna eat? What type of species is that? A fucking leech I need help myself, I gotta call myself Can't lean on nobody else, I gotta fall on myself Self, self, self, self, self, self This all I got but all I hear is help (help) Since a youngin' I been getting used to sex, money, and guns Bitches wanna fuck who they want because I been number one Use me for the dick because they love fuckin' a blood Her ex was a Crip she fuckin' me just because Tequila I drink, the deeper I think, 'bout people I meet Slow down on the drink, bitch I'm from the street You on the outside lookin' in, tell me what you see (shh) You look on and rich as fuck to me Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep Ayy, what you know about the homie fucking on the homie bitch And we all from the same clique, that ain't no homie shit Ayy but I'm a real homie to the homies (to the homies) I'm passin' out choppers and big .40's You say you a street nigga, you gotta be on some street shit 'Cause soon as you stop, niggas gonna try to sneak diss But fuck that, that's why I keep the heat tucked by the seat bitch To my last day, I'm forever on some Tree shit Gang bang politics, turn me into a politician The way I move boss shit now, niggas think I'm actin' different Come to me you better come correct Don't come to me mixin' up stories like you DJ Skrillex I'm trippin', I got anxiety, mental problems I don't like that rap nigga, I told the homies to rob him Instead of Box Stanley, fuck it, I don't give a fuck You judgin' me on one verse, in real life I'm sicker, bruh Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep I got a daughter now I'm, barely around Ahh, that shit fuck with me She gonna understand 'cause I'm gettin' money Did I choose this life? Shit, I don't know But fuck it, it's life now, and it's just how it goes Put her in a good school, make sure she in honor roll What you gonna do when you on tour? Bring her to the safest shows I'm dangerous, I know I live by the gang code I'm dangerous, I know I'm in love with stank hoes When I say stank hoes, I don't mean stank I mean the ones that fuck the first date, dick all in they face Told my granny I don't know if I'm really Christian, I really did Just don't know whose story to believe, the Muslims, yours, or his They told me to talk to a therapist and I did But that don't change the crazy shit I do, did, and lived Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh) This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap This shit get deep

I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home I'm everywhere the streets know I live by the G code Bitch I think I'm Nino I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home(never) I'm everywhere the streets know(everywhere) I live by the G code(G code) Bitch I think I'm Nino I seen a AK before I seen college I'm destined to shine shit, I just need polish Uptown with the strap like I'm Rasheed Wallace '07 did the cargos with the green Pradas On my Philly shit but my city New Jack Watching for Ice T's was tryna move a G pack Soon as I step out my building, they like I need that Hot cheese for dinner, them chopped cheese I still eat that The roof where the d's at, crack we call him pieces Flipped this I'm hitting [?] with my nieces Used to the game, you niggas watching from the bleachers I'm used to the pain, that's why I kill 'em every feature How could I not go hard, I come from not much Grams made the block rush, my grandma would watch us She probably turning in her grave from all I used to do I'm a changed man momma, pardon me I'm moving through I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home I'm everywhere the streets know I live by the G code Bitch I think I'm Nino I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home(never) I'm everywhere the streets know(everywhere) I live by the G code(G code) Bitch I think I'm Nino From Norda Jackson to Andrew Martin Lights in the staircase off, ran through the dark Pack in his pocket, my homie ran from the narcs Live how you want but you gotta answer to God Thou shall not kill, I'm sinning every beat Running through Harlem, see niggas winninghead to feet I come from the bottom talking places you'll never see Delivering product just tryna see another week I'ma monster, something like the Lochness Signed my deal and went from the label to the projects Rudda told me Fleek, kill these niggas, do it properly So I'ma let the family, let the reverend, and the doctor meet When G Money hit the pipe, he started slipping Put Pookie in position, Nino somewhere chilling Had to shut the carter down, so good the block before I park it I ain't bitching, I'm just cautious now, the streets watching I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home I'm everywhere the streets know I live by the G code Bitch I think I'm Nino I be chilling where it ain't safe Cause I've got an AK Everyday is payday Think I need a vacay Never leave my heat home(never) I'm everywhere the streets know(everywhere) I live by the G code(G code) Bitch I think I'm Nino

I cannot believe it I cannot believe it Real life though I cannot I cannot believe it Eyes open She from Jamaica, Queens, only came to Harlem to shop Her mother just got a divorce and her father a cop I learned this about 10 minutes in the conversation I'm thinking I don't even know you, why that information? My head was racin', I'm pacin' back and forth Asked her for her number, her name Keisha, nice to meet ya She said she never fucked with nobody from Harlem I've got homies from south side, I figured I would call them I found exact locations and where she grew up Her moms new boyfriend got some coke, then he blew up She used to play with credit cards and line niggas at night clubs Fucked a couple niggas but left 'em cause she ain't like love I was down in Flight Club, Keisha text me like "What you doing?" "I scuffed up my retro's, I'm bout to cop some new ones" She said she at the Mandarin Oriental in Columbus circle She got some sour but she wanted purple I told her later we can link up I called my youngin Conner bring an eighth to her He plotting on taking her Funny lil' nigga, but fuck it, that's how we raised If it ain't wifey than all the homies can play Back to Keisha, she black but had them Spanish features Five seven, most these niggas would plan to keep her I got that drop from my homie that knew her, he went to school with her Said he used to be cool with her, but he ain't fuck her though Con' callin' me, I forgot to text him the address I'm going through some other shit, honestly got me mad stressed If Con' delivered that, we 'bout to meet I gotta a club tonight, told Keisha if she up I hit her when it's over Now it's rosé, henny, rosé, henny Strippers all over me, I ain't throwing a penny Got a text from Keisha, "I'm in room 17C I know your with your homies now but later come and see me" I'm rollied out, sky dweller, the light hittin' it right I'm hearing niggas talking like, "That's Dave East, that nigga nice" Wayno told me 30 minutes, flat line, backwoods I pack mine Unless I want 'em harsher, please don't no one bother I called my driver and told him take me to midtown Had to stop for condoms cause raw ain't the way I get down He dropped me off, I told him "Park it and don't leave yet Let me see what this bitch about, something I gotta figure out" I'm in the 'tele, I hit the elevator blunted Stumbling, just hennessey and rosé in my stomach Figure we fuckin' and then order some room service I knocked twice, she opened the door but so nervous Maybe I was buggin, I was drunk, she was ready though Came up out of everything, R. Kelly on the radio Slim waist, Hershey chocolate skin, ass heavy though On everything, I fucked this bitch delirious, shit Eddie know Henny taking over, we passed out, at least I did 15,000 in my balmain's, I'm lackin' I put my rollie in the dresser with like four chains My id and my bank cards, iPhone 6 to make calls Condom box of 3-pack, I used two of them Brand new Fendi sneakers, the club just ruined 'em Something told me wake up, I checked the bed Nothin' but pillows and cover, I had to shake my head I checked me jeans, every dollar gone, that's 15k All my chains and my rollie missing I put my shit on, looking for my phone, that shit was gone too I'm ready to kill Keisha, what the fuck I'm gon' do? I told myself I wasn't drinking, why the fuck I get bent? And how the fuck I get robbed? I ran out, my driver sleep I woke him up like "You ain't see that bitch Brown skin, thick, probably moving on some schemin' shit?" He telling me that he was sleeping, waiting on my phone call I cannot believe this shit, can't wait until I see this bitch This for every nigga that be slippin' cause he think he rich Keisha you a sneaky bitch, called shooter I'ma need the grip Fuck I cannot believe this bitch robbed me I cannot believe it I cannot believe it I cannot believe this bitch robbed me If I catch her I ain't tryna hear I'm sorry I cannot believe this bitch robbed me I cannot believe it I cannot believe it I cannot believe this bitch robbed me If I catch her I ain't tryna hear I'm sorry I cannot believe this bitch robbed me I cannot believe it I cannot believe it Fuck

It's Holiday Season, bitch I'm back I really ain't going nowhere Y'all niggas really want this shit again? Luxury leather, nigga Well fuck it, let's go Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I'm not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out of I thought y'all niggas was good after the first one I'm back Shieet, DJ Holiday Really ain't going nowhere Dave East! Karma 2! Legendary shit, niggaa! Luxury leather, nigga Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out the way The streets told me East, please just put out a tape Gorillas in Louie, don't wear too much Bape (Louie) It's not my C-Day, but I got too much cake Your shit not gon' work bro, you got too much hate That jealousy came you, watch me get paid (watch me) Plot on niggas, I'ma watch 'em for days (watch 'em) Might got a Rover but you're not in my Range (skrt) Nothing have you more nervous than buying cocaine Audemar face, the car came with drapes You bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out the way I'm only thinking 'bout how much I can make Take a trip and be right back in a day I'm getting money, can't react off the hate Don't care 'bout how you knew me back in the day Never thought I'd be packing out shows (never) Don't get too close, this shit's strapped on my waist (blaw) Pick up bags on the road, then get back with the bros Thinking I want a purge with no mask on my face Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I'm not tryin' to date Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out the way Diamond feel like the winter She never had Nobu for dinner I just got some dome in a sprinter (argh) Talking that tough shit, we know that you timid Honestly, I ain't been broke in a minute You started this shit, I just hope you can finish (I hope) Keep calling my phone, I just hope that it's business (I hope) On the block with my old heads just sipping the Guinness (old head) In the game, you be nervous, to me, it's a scrimage Audemar face, the car came with drapes Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late (calling in late) The cameras was on us, we walked in so late Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate Just come to my room, I am not tryin' to date Tryna book me, send me that bag, just pick a date She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith Get money fuck bitches and get out the way

Bitches call me Don Pablo Louis Vutton poncho Photos with my eyes low Strapped wherever I go I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Yola in the bando Rolling up in Franco Toe tag and won't brag about it now you John Doe If you need a joint play the point, Rondo Tanning out in Cali, El Segundo Left your baby momma with her mind blown Took a trip to Cabo Nigga got some work, now he think he El Chapo Masked up, hoodie low creeping through your block slow Tryna find a lick, we could split, get the nachos Swerving off the Henny but I'm watching out for potholes Thinking of them nights I was stressing in the box bro Chiefing like tanto, only afford McDonald's, OJ I'm in the Bronco, me and Blanco Spanish buy steak and cilantro, el guapo I only count to quatro, coco for your nostril Shining everywhere I walk I make the whole block glow Fly young nigga getting to it, bet your pops know Hottest in my city, all the judges and the cops know Call my nigga Gato, my jeans used to be Paco Baby mother Spanish nigga, fell in love with tacos I was in Miami up in Liv, me and Capo Mad under covers in the building, I did not know I come from the town that's famous for the Apollo When you getting money, even famous bitches swallow Hit it from a DM, I ain't even have to follow Rosé to the face, I ain't never passed the bottle I'm always sick, I don't never need a doc note 2DopeBoy, I'm always looking like I got coke Bitches call me Don Pablo Louis Vutton poncho Photos with my eyes low Strapped wherever I go I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bitches call me Don Pablo Louis Vutton poncho Photos with my eyes low Strapped wherever I go Nigga got some work, now he think he El Chapo Nigga got some work, now he think he El Chapo I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bitches call me Don Pablo

I got this shit from the trap, few baggies, my pen and my pad I done get richer off of rap, you throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact My young boy ain't got no I.D. on him, he had to slip through the back They took everything he had off his body, thought he was lit 'cause he rapped Gotta hussle, go get off your back, he broke go get him a pack I just blew ten up in Saks, fuck cops they kill if you black You might get a girl if you nice, gelato I'm smokin' It give you that feelin' you feel when you still on the flight Light up that blunt, go wheelie that bike This is our life This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith I got a plain Patek Philippe and a plain Richard Millie Can't explain the shit I see Switchin' lanes in a new V I be slayin' on that recording I done made it out the streets Lotta lames in this industry Sucka free, me and Dave East My niggas like water, two hunnid sittin' on a plain tee Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep Keep the stick on me, 'cause if they play we gon' play for keeps Back to back Royces, me and me We the champs that they envy I'm a cold P-I-M-P, I got hoes in a Benz Jeep I smoke Oprah Winfrey, while my bro pumpin' N-Sync (White) The gas the colour purple, selling white boy like Lewinsky The cars is foreign like Ginóbili Shots will burn your chest like whiskey This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start this is not the beginning These niggas is broke, I forgot to forget it Stayin' on my toes bitch, I'm tropical livin' I try not to pay no attention They probably gon' hate till I'm finished Fuck it as long as they pay me with interest Buckets, now I jump out of Ranges that's tinted Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' I got a Patek that I put on everyday I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim Bitch this Crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my gang You make your transitions, I go buck 'cause you phony Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper Since I let you hear my slang, it's blue and that's all I see Ain't no red cap in these lights, that's you, ain't no flaw in me This is the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my people's support, you think I raised 'em? Bright stars, shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith