Going 'round and 'round Sex, money, murder Everyone, sex, money, murder And it happens again and again Bro, just chill out You got what you had to Fucking asking me how I am Yeah, cool, fam Man, I've been going through it Been keeping it too real Man, I've been going through it I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna get into it Party going stupid soon as I step into it Ask about me, they tell you I'm one of the best to do it And I know they don't like me But they gotta respect the music Got somethin' in the glove compartment And I won't pet to use it She told me her favourite song Now we just sexing to it The bass bumping Turn it up loud, neighbours ain't saying nothin' Everyday's my birthday Everyday manna cake cutting New chain, dripping in water, got the place flooded Bruce Wayne, top of the building Man I see them coming She's got the big back Look at the jeans busting Picked her up in a Wraith Just look at the babe blushing Said I'll be here at seven o' clock, well now it's eight something Gotta get more organised, cah fam, I hate rushing Man, I keep getting caught up Showing love to everybody Man, I been going through it, tryna make 'em see the vision Try to explain myself, that was the worst decision Thought that I could change the world Turn me into a villain Gotta learn to practice silence, follow my intuition Stayed in the house, phone number off limits Stress on the brain, complain But I know that it's all self-inflicted Man, I gotta take a break I'm gonna need a minute Soon as I catch a vibe Somebody tryna kill it Boy, stop it Never seen you putting your hand in your pocket Time to pay the bill I know you can't find your wallet Where were you in the trenches when the opps were tryna bomb it? Now you're coming around And niggas tryna get the gossip I put in the work, get the bag and split the profit And if I'm honest, I know that I should be modest But I don't see no competition in the game and I'm pissing on it If it ain't about the family Then I'm ghost and that's a promise Niggas need to wake up Trust I blew out the candles Everybody scream my name Told me to make a wish Look at what I became Look how they look at me Never gonna be the same Said they wanna be like me You don't know what you're saying Always been a daredevil Man, I was born from pain They say ignorance is bliss But I think that's a shame Bird Box, you don't wanna see this boy get out in the rain Stay inside, I'll be fine Man, I got myself to blame Man, I've been going through it Oh my days, what the fuck? He's not good for you, he's really not He's a fucking mad head He's not listening It's like talking to a brick wall I'm telling you, he's a fucking mad head

Oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah See, we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt" She just put up with mad work, yeah You worried 'bout the wrong thing That's bad work, it's 'bout the cash first When you down, we roll up that sour Break it down in the back, girl If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours You can't put me first, that's backwards See, we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung (Los illuminati', ¿ah?) I got a stick (I got a stick), one hundred rounds (one hundred rounds) King of Miami shit (brr), we shut it down (we shut it down) One billion streams (jaja), no bundles, no bundles (no bundles, no bundles) I spent seven mill' (seven mill'), 'cause I wanted a condo ('cause I wanted a condo), ey My white girl a snorter, yeah (jaja), you know them caucasians (you know them caucasians), ey Bugatti pre-order, yeah (vrroom), that shit look amazing (that shit look amazing) My bitch at the border, yeah (yeah), a stallion like Megan (yeah, yeah) You know me, I got body (¡brr!), he got me mistaken (¡jaja!), ¡brrr! (¡brr!) 'Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone', también 'toy adicto haciendo millone' 'Toy saliendo 'e Booby Trap con cuatro palo' con tambore' (brr) El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione' (¿ah?) Y los illuminati' me escogieron a mí, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone' (illuminati') Un millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (medio millón) La cubana tiene el culo bien apreta'o como kilo puro de manteca (la cubana) Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta' (se saca las teta') Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (¡jaja!), ¿ah? It's Saturday night (ey), McGregor gotta fight, ey (gotta fight) I'm gonna be ring-side sitting next to Dana White, ey (UFC) And you got a few milli', yeah (yeah), but so do I (so do I) If any 'em don't want to die (¡jaja!) Pussy nigga, take a flight (take a flight), brr Ella e' una diabla, en el putero le dicen "Annabelle" (le dicen "Annabelle") Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara Toditas quieren chingar con Anuel (chingar con Anuel) Mano, en verdad que yo nunca lloré Y la isla entera la vamo' a correr (Nosotro' mandamo' en la isla), ey Mucho dinero y poder, ¿será por el pacto con Lucifer? (Amén), ey, ¡brr! (¡Ey!) See, we in Miami (we in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (we just left Mr. Jones) With a hundred bitches that's down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck) She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya ass ain't fat enough" (jajaja) Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck (brr) She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?" (Five hundred) I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us (ey) She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy (some pussy) The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung

Tell your boyfriend Next time he's around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if he would give me some more I'd rather him leave you than leave him my draw When you smoke all my weed man You gotta call the green man So I can get mine And you get yours Once is enough To make me attack So bring me a bag and your man can come back I'll check him at the door make sure he got green I'm tighter than airport security teams When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man So I can get mine And you get yours I'm my own man So when will you learn That you got a man But I got to burn Don't make no difference if I end up alone I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown It's got me addicted Does more than any dick did Yeah, I can get mine And you get yours Yeah, I can get mine And you get yours

Simple sweet guitar Humbled by the bass So when the beat kicks in Everything falls into place And it overpowers me I can't help but dance You can try to stop me now But you won't get the chance Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change Rhythm floods my heart The melody it feeds my soul The tune tears me apart And it swallows me whole You should thank your lucky stars 'Cause the music is a gift And it's stronger than all else Provides me with uplift Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change My lyrics revealing Some natural vibe Somekind of laidback feeling Oh, just let it ride And when Frank Sinatra sings It's too much to take So i sing the standard shit It pacifies my ache Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change