Newno - lophiile, Moss Kena, Nick Grant

I’m so out of my mind

I’m a product of grind

Never switching my patterns

This was all by design

They tried to single me out

In such monogamous times

She wants me and my lady

I think she’s tryna come by

Staring death in the eyes

I’ve never felt so alive

I don’t see them when broke

All my devils are shy

All I got is my word

Here’s where the testament lies

Take the good with the bad

Life is Jekyll and Hyde

Big business and all

Big business I’m mark pitts

Of the flow I’m just raw

Don’t even know where to start

Niggas short with their green

Who put the gnomes in their yard

Think wilona

They barge right into your crib and just spark

Gave birth to you niggas

Shit who lit the cigar

No, all you niggas my sons

Blow a kiss at the stars

I gotta be more than fresh

This is all finesse, PRPS

If she don’t get the sex she’s all Tourette’s

Check check check

I want a house in the hills, a pool in the back

Maybe a Benz or a Cadillac

A chain and a grill

A whole lotta stacks

You can’t say that I lack ambition, ambition

There’s something cooking in the kitchen

Straight tunnel vision

So come on tell me what you’re missing

Lacking ambition, that’s such a backwards mission

I know you a hater because you act suspicious

In a sea full of anger baby I’m captain vicious

Happiness isn’t when your tax bracket is different

In need of god, but want money hoe, I’m sacrilegious

Hustle like none other

I have no trust, I hate when rappers call each other brother

They hate on niggas from afar

It’s rap motherfuckers

I’m back, don’t slack niggas

Art flow, Picasso, I’m in darth mode

So much drive, this is that push to start flow

Young Pablo, criminal since a snot nose

Now it’s love come down

I’m riding drop rolls

It all came from the dopest top notch flows

Vintage heavy clothes

It’s like these niggas got issues with shit they never show

What I say is law

The scraps they gave me made a nigga want it all, applaud

I want a house in the hills, a pool in the back

Maybe a Benz or a Cadillac

A chain and a grill

A whole lotta stacks

You can’t say that I lack ambition, ambition

There’s something cooking in the kitchen

Straight tunnel vision

So come on tell me what you’re missing

Sippin from a potion like it’s of holy water

I saw the stars align in the right order

You used to tell me I was dreaming

Wish you could feel just what I’m feeling now

But what can I say, you’re not on my level, you’re not on the wave

I want a house in the hills, a pool in the back

Maybe a Benz or a Cadillac

A chain and a grill

A whole lotta stacks

You can’t say that I lack ambition, ambition

There’s something cooking in the kitchen

Straight tunnel vision

So come on tell me what you’re missing