Eighty-Eight - Queen's Garden Lyrics

I had the key to my city, it into my ring, as I pull out the key to the Bentley
He talking shit, I hop out of the whip, I'm ghost riding the shit as i'm slapping him silly
Back on 120th, cars wouldn't work, so we we needed to push it to start
So now I need me a coupe, that don't come with the keys
Only button to push it to start
This isn't art
This is me saying that I am the greatest, can never be topped
Here's just a thought
The game ain't an issue, my flame is an issue
You standing too close you might pop
Keep it a rock
Too f*cking hard and I'm too f*cking nice just to not be the cream of the crop
Choppa James Harden and you and your two other homies are gonna get shot
F*ck you and all of the things that you thought of me
I smoke on so many plants that I should have masters in botany
Keeping it honestly, I am the prodigy, filling the prophecy
Keep it a buck
Keep it a deer
I am the greatest that you'll ever hear
This from the soul, to the mouth, to your ears
Don't ask for money or shit dawg I swear
I'm so f*cking hungry, my stomach been growling
Man I ain't seen food in a day
That is a lie, man my stomach been full But I still could grab me a new plate
Say
I need an Audi, a Rarri, Bugatti, a Lambo and how bout a Benz for the road
I need a house in the hills not disturbed by the people who's money I that am still owed
Don't even have enough money for even an hour to be in the studio
So I sit in my room, scream at my mic, pray to god that my muf*ckin money grow
I had a job, lost it after a month because I cannot focus at all
So I said f*ck it
Spray painted a wall, got my ass to the door and I just let my blunt ashes fall
This for the profit
This is my fam
This is for me and my son in the the future
To make sure he ain't gon trap out the grams
This for my parents to make sure they don't need a plan
Swallowed my pride and let go of my ego and I started paving a way
I work so my fam won't have to be worried bout food
Or some money or a place that they need to stay
Have to give thanks to Alfonso and Timmy and Matthew and Bader and Ashton and

And Jacob and Keaton, Aziz
And to everyone else that has helped me along to this day
I swear to god that we all gonna make it, we gon for the top
And we ain't need to fake it
We all see the bag, and we all gonna chase it
And we getting paid

When I grow old, I want to look out on my yard and I want me a beautiful garden
One where the fruits of my labor ain't taken for granted and flowers will finally blossom
Cuz when I grow old, I want to look out on my yard and I want me a beautiful garden
One where the fruits of my labor ain't taken for granted and flowers will finally blossom
Cuz when I grow old, I want to look out on my yard and I want me a beautiful garden
One where the fruits of my labor ain't taken for granted and flowers will finally blossom