Yeah yeah I do it for my squad, I do it for my fam I do it for the bands, I had to thank the man I do it for my woes, I did it, now I'm goals And that was part of my plan, I did it, thank the man I do it for my squad, I do it for my fam I do it for the bands, I had to thank the man I do it for my woes, I did it, now I'm goals And that was part of my plan, I did it Thank the man, yeah I be winning on my daily, oh yeah, oh yeah Travis Scott, I'm so litty, oh yeah (I'm lit) I put on for my city (305) And all my day ones coming with me Oh yeah, oh yeah I'm the GOAT (Yeah) What can I say? They mad, I know All of these beats, that's all I know (All I know) Holding down, that's what I do it for I do it for my squad, I do it for my fam I do it for the bands, I had to thank the man I do it for my woes, I did it, now I'm goals And that was part of my plan I did it, thank the man I do it for my squad, I do it for my fam I do it for the bands, I had to thank the man I do it for my woes, I did it Now I'm goals (Lil Boat, yeah) And that was part of my plan I did it, thank the man Ask your baby daddy, I'm ghost (Ghost) Diamonds on my toes (Toes) Everybody knows who I is in the spot (Yeah) Walked in with them knots (Yeah) Walked in with them thots (Thots) Brother was whippin' that pot, huh (That pot) Beat it up on the spot (Beat it up) Do this shit for my mommy, take her to Miami 19 years old, nominated for a Grammy (Okay) Bang bang like Sosa Guns that act like Sammy (Yeah) Used to ride in the Camry Now I got a big coupe Finna go scoop up your granny I do it for my squad I do it for my fam (Lil Boat, yeah) I do it for the bands I had to thank the man (Yeah) I do it for my woes I did it, now I'm goals (Ayy, ayy) And that was part of my plan I did it, thank the man (Ok) I do it for my squad I do it for my fam (Squad, fam) I do it for the bands I had to thank the man (The man) I do it for my woes I did it, now I'm goals (Goals) And that was part of my plan I did it, thank the man (Yeah)

Get off my dick, let me do me That's a million bucks, every two weeks I'm fucking on an actress, we making movies I'm pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes I'm flexing stupid on these niggas, puking on these niggas Sipping all this drank, Lord I'm juicing on these niggas Got my bitch balling hard Sheryl Swooping on these niggas Mind your fucking business and stop googling on me, nigga I do Tunechi on these niggas Riding through the city with a bad bitch with me (bad bitch) She wanna know if she can bring her friends But my niggas wanna know if they're pretty Yeah they can tag along Bet you I could tag em all With a little loud and some alcohol But I'ma pass em off to my niggas Kick em out when I'm done, nigga, fuck 'em all Back to the grind (grind) I work so hard like I get paid overtime (work) But when I see the check come I'm geeked up in the mall, Buy the same thing three times Call this foreplay Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop (drop) Running up a check get em so wet (wet) Gotta ball out, call it B.O. Flex (ohh) They wanna know how I go so hard but I'm still so young And I'm eating so good, and I'm still not done No I ain't stopping 'til I got it all And I'm winning til it ain't no room for losing I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it Cause you know for my niggas I'ma stay down Stay down, stay down We never trust them bitches, better lay down Lay down, lay down But they never come around when the money out Money out, money out All the same people that ran out (ran) Tryna come around for a handout (huh uh) I woke up this morning, dick rock hard If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off If you looking for some trouble, ain't gotta look far I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good Lord " I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good God " These niggas claiming they thugging, they know they good boys My niggas call me KG, cause I'm the " Kush God " And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talking push start, push start Riding and vibing, ain't hiding, come find me It ain't hard to find me cause nigga I'm shining I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shining I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you Fuck with me right now, that's bad timing Fatherless children and sad mommies Fuck all this shit they be saying bout me I'm on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bullshit I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it That's cool (mula baby)

Do or die, nigga I'mma keep poppin' this champagne Don't worry about shit Finally famous nigga Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Would I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep Deep, deep, deep, uhhh Man I swear to God it get so deep though That sometimes I just gotta wake my ass up out my sleep though And wonder what if all the shit I reaped then got repoed And the girl I gave it all up for ain't love me for me though See, I got a stack of problems that could use a fucking steamroll Got off in the game, don't need no cheat code As long as I know the G code Being paranoid done turned me to a creep You ain't got that metal on your side Police gon' work it like Magneto if they need to, it get deep Deep, deeper than telekinesis Deeper than your sister dying and you're telling your nieces The deeper it gets, boy, the pressure increases But pressure make diamonds And my name is Sean cause I shine, it's self explanatory I architect the flow, rapping all of these stories on stories You know the story If my back against the ropes, then I'll finish Stone Cold it My opponent probably praying for postponement You fuck with the best rapper, don't even know it It's written in the stars Man the sky is the author I pulled the sword out of the stone, I'm King Arthur Motherfuck your armor nigga, only weapon I'm scared of is Karma You watching the son turn to father, fucking life and her daughter Nigga, that shit just get deep Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Would I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep Deep, deep, deep, uhhh Been going hard all day Wish a nigga would fuck with me Then I blow the candles out on my cake And niggas always thinking it's a game Til we ran them out the arcade Stunting in my southern player Reach the caddy like Andre I talk that cash money shit YM plus CMB you can do the math for me bitch Jail time a slap on the wrist Cut your head off get it mailed out stamp on your lips You can tell I'm grinding by my wrist Anything can happen cause a broke man is an optimist Well tell them I'll be waiting in suspense I got some miles on me But it's cool cause I never get an inch And I don't give two fucks about what your mouth say Cause this shit is deeper than rap I cannot say That shit enough times like somebody rewind me Like this shit is deeper than rap I cannot say that shit enough times I feel like Sean, don't get enough shine Is it because he ain't got the tattoos He ain't throwing up signs Well let me throw up mine And also let me show this vision of mine Fuck the finish line, just finish your lines And if getting your point across crosses the line Some of the time, then cross it with pride That's real my nigga Remember that And ain't about if they remember you they remember rap So just spit it back and hope somebody diggin' that Cause this shit is deep Deep Deep as empty pockets, nigga We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime That shit get deep Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Would I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep, (deep) Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep Deep, (deep), deep, deep, uhh That shit get deep, deep, deep, deep Yeah, oh my God that shit so deep Yeah, yeah Sometimes I wonder if I already died that shit get deep

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix