What's a lil pigeon to an eagle
What's a Glock 19 to a deagle
Everybody keep a piece, wanna price
They like better think twice or get shot like a free throw (Kobe!)
I got the looks on the table
Stood out so easy for labels
I got no limit to winning
Some digits for spending
I start in the deep end
Liquidate feelings
Emotions are dangerous
My bank in their feelings
The debt it won't catch us
My willpower crazy
I grind on the daily
I shine so they hate me
Old bitches want date me
No evil will phase me
Thank god cause he made me
Was born in the 90s
Then I grew up rhyming
I know that they lying
Can see in they eyes and
Some niggas want kill me
So I started fighting
People want stalk
Now they wanna talk
Wanna get involved
That will never last
How they gon' call
Asking bout the guap
Like it's my fault
That ain't gonna last
Bitches want pose
Wanna be thots
Wanna get involved
That ain't gonna last
People want stalk
Now they wanna talk
Wanna get involved
That will never last
I got no limit to winning
Some digits for spending
I start in the deep end (That will never last)
I got some homies with children but they ain't go see him
Want focus on millions (that will never last)
He want a car with more buttons
A bed with more foreigns
A chain with more diamonds (That will never last)
He want a post with more likes and a tweet gaining follows Somebody to know to him (That will never last)