PARIS - Shane Eagle, Nasty C

I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street

I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece

I haven’t been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth

Got money trees in the bag, I’m just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh

Nothing is real and none of these niggas is realer than me

Nikki just called me, told me «Fuck all these niggas, just be who you destined

to be»

I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed

This is that level these rappers can’t reach

This is that practice shit that you preach

Tell me some shit that I don’t know, bitch I like just like a photo

Came in the game on my own bro, now that I’m on we all on

I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time

I ain’t got no plan B, I put this all on the line

Look at the traction (Traction)

Look at what happened (Bitch)

Heard that these niggas don’t sell any tickets, so how they went platinum?

Yeah

I am the GOAT on the low

I keep the guns on the floor

I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause

So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets

I send some bread to these niggas, now they be actin' like leeches

Niggas be buggin' for features, but I’m like way out of reach

You don’t hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat

Me and these rappers ain’t really friends, I don’t be taking their calls

I make 'em talk to the middle man, he won’t pass me their message at all

You know I got love for my real fans but I’m cursing them off of my yard

I can’t be signing no autographs, I got too much kush in my garage

I don’t want no attention from my neighbours, I don’t wanna make friends with a

cop

You get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my fuckin' name in the dark

Washing my pinky ring in Ciroc

Bitch you can’t hold my hand, hold the cock

Kickin' it at the top, gettin' top

Me and the gang, party on the charts

I am a pussy man, you are a pussy nigga

I told the hoe «I am not a fisherman»

I say that cause the pussy stinkin'

Made a M on my vocab, I got rich with my dictionary

Put them diamonds on twelve teeth, I require a different fairy

I despise a snitch nigga

I’ma tell Tom to kill Jerry

Pourin' up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary

Let 'em diss me, I’ll never hear it

He a bitch, he ain’t never scared

Call him out for the commentary

Fuck his mom if it’s necessary

Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks

I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street

I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece

I haven’t been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth

Got money trees in the bag, I’m just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh

Sit the fuck down nigga

You don’t hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat

I heard that new shit and it’s weak

You niggas sound just like my niece

(Yeah, you niggas sound just like my niece)

Look, fuck your feelings, this is how I’m feeling

World winding, niggas didn’t see the vision

They pretended and now it’s too late

Sickness sent around the globe, it’s a tide

I watched these niggas switch sides

And then I watched 'em switch deals

They couldn’t do it by themselves, Askin me how I feel (Bitch)