I clock the game, all this label talk is different
They give you money or the clout, never both
You see this lifestyle great, but the business cut throat I'm a rapper with a message so my verse is no joke
It's a three car convoy to the jet, from the jet to the beach club
I'm chilling poolside with a sweet one
Then it's back to the room, you see my spot is like a suite one
Got the place all wet, like I'm swimming in a deep one
The whips come mental, wrist wear costs 40 bags presidential
Yeah we having fun, I paint a picture with a pencil
If the words don't match, there's no lack
Diddy on tour, you gotta put rose on the map
Red notes, black mask, in the bag I got cash
Ask Akz, spent a quarter on the scene to give back
Went highlight route, just to highlight the back
Went Vegas for the culture, won some bread and went back
250 on it, wifey said I'm too nice
Bro we saying I'm a profit, funny how it turned to profit
See my crepes your house deposit
See there's money in the bank, but in truth I've got losses
My brother almost tried to off it, see the mental thing
Can breed depression within, I paid notes and done loads
But he suffered within, one of the things I've seen loads
Through this life that I live, forget sin
Say a prayer, God's plan till you win
I'm in Miami with a baddie, tryna pattern my dick
It's Kiki on the river, so I order a shrimp
I'm too burst to write words, can't remember a thing
Cartier shades all lost, another K in the bin
Fuck Sake man, I'm living but I'm losing within
Fuck Sake man, I'm living but I'm losing within