It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

Got it on smash Got it on smash Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the Lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They taking shots like, Plaxico I'm riding waves in, Mexico You bitches gassed like, Texaco Ain't bout that bag, no hemaphone Make sure your money match a mouth before you ever talk at me And if you want me to pull up Just know I'ma need a feet (yah!) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for a quickie, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rolling tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringing weed on the plane Everywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Oh My God Biggest bitch ever!

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Let me beat it up like Jaegen (oh yeah) I need to know what makes you horny Need you in my life in case you didn't know So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Mi want a, rock star like Madonna Pretty like Soshanna and Tianna Gyal where ya deh mi can't see ya She wanna rock the boat like Aaliyah I need ya motion to feel like the ocean Wrap ya lips 'round me like ya smokin' And you ask why I never show emotion I lost too many friends to the bullshit But them can't catch me slipping man me focus Used to being hopeless but now dem can't miss me dem notice Them can't hold this, waste yutes Bogus, preeing my ting must've joke this Just, build a vibe, gyal when ya wine, my hand up ya thigh ya ya And it aint no surprise, when I'm inside, tears down ya eye ya ya So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Baby me love when you bruk it off Love when you get high for me Gyal me say ya body hot Ah you me make light the weed Baby me love when ya bend over bad like me Range Rover Call one of ya friends over, fuck when we frost 'til we get sober Bathe then we start over naa carry no bad odour Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (baby) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (oh yeah) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (mmm) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen You got a man but you messing with the wrong one When I ask you about your day, you had a long one Them other dudes try impress you, you running from them Soon as I send my location you wanna come there Yeah, yeah, you rolling with a real player Yeah, yeah, we private when we in the air Yeah, yeah, you say you never felt this 'Cause I can give you more then a little bit Got you begging for more when you feelin' it Screaming out to the lord when I'm killing it Baby I been on my grind, I been getting rich You should roll with me and enjoy all the benefits Little of this, little of that Leave with me once, ain't coming back You with a real nigga, baby that's a fact And when I hit it throw it back So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body Gyal ya pretty like money, hot skull Love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen

Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin' through the universe (Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin') Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin' Cruisin' through the universe in my spaceship 'Cause Earth girls nowadays too basic Face it, look in the mirror, embrace it You're a thot What up, what up? I've been in the cut I don't give a fuck what's up, I feel it in my gut (Yeah, ayy) Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, I don't give a damn Fuck the norm, liquor got me feelin' warm I'm headed to space with my team in a fleet of flyin' submarines Submerge a hundred years into the atlas, then we're clean When we surfaced, there was no need for money purchases But my Wiz still has Chanel purses I had a solid gold diamond encrusted book The sole purpose was to hold important verses Claustrophobic, they tried to bound me in COVID But my strand of DNA, it can not be decoded I told y'all this, put those laser guns away Before I black out and take your whole sun away My star cruiser with a flux motor, vodka with the club soda Ice in the cup holder, Bobby be that type of soldier That I wouldn't fuck over, turn to a supernova The rap Galactus, five emcees my daily quota My shuttle's a dream house, spa with a steam room Pool with a logo and backyard is a screenin' room Lookin' out my window, every view is a scenic view They say life's a dream, I say that you could dream it too Logic, Logic, yo They say life is but a dream, but I say that you could dream it too Yo, Logic, wake up What, what, what? Yo, it's like four o' clock We gotta go pick up Castro, you're performin' tonight Oh shit, alright, uh, but can we get some food first? I'm fuckin' hungry as shit Hell yeah, I'm starvin' Yo, throw me the keys Yo, Lenny, I just had the craziest dream, bro About what? Yo, I was on a song with the fuckin' RZA, man It was crazy and weird, I— I can't really remember it Oh shit, yo, I'll meet you in the car, I gotta piss first Oh, alright, cool Hey, you know what would be really crazy? If you got the whole Clan on a song one day Haha, yeah, right, Lenny Gotta get out this basement first

Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks Who the bitch riding with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally getting cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch I'm still the same Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been working hard, I been searching for God I been working hard, I been searching for God (Please leave a message after the tone) Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone As as for he left and he ain't coming back I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been working hard, I been searching for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? And Paris, what a beautiful destination And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way I say "hey, I'm your dad" It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of your family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand with me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell beep I've been feeling under pressure Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on I know you're busy Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" Cause you know we all talk to Debbie But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so Just hit me back whenever you got the time, man I know there's more shit on your plate You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it When you back, love you, do your thing Swag RattPack all day, boy Alright, nigga Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vile How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever Just wondering how things are going Jenn and I aren't together anymore Living on my own, you know Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know My sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So