6am In Vegas - Starlito, Landlord

Lil mama downstairs fixing salmon croquettes

More money, more stress, it come with having a check

You one of them rappers they press, it come from lack of respect

If I’m on stage I’m on deck, they ain’t pat me down yet

Yeah I copped one in the desert, said I’m too tall for a Vette

Saw one at the auction I could’ve bought, I’m so messy

I’m already stamped, so I thought I’d address it

I’m appalled, you let my balling upset you?

Well this pressure

Rappers road rage, in my rearview a pedestrian

Throw this bitch in reverse, might throw your bitch in a verse

Lance say he got some Ac, I ain’t totally quit the syrup

I’m joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga, and went to work

Not worried bout what I make, just know I’ma get my worth

Picking up Grind Hard OG with the grower November 1st

They say it ain’t so fun when the rabbit got the gun

And I feel like the bunny with the drum

How I keep going, and going, and going

Yeah I’m knowing they feelings hurt

Just know it was God’s plan, even though I ain’t been to church

I could’ve been in that hearse, so I’m knowing that prayer works

Got this hoe I hate, she the worst, left my throwaway in her purse

I ain’t fucking with that bitch, she on that lil girl shit

You just a fake broke nigga, you just look real rich

Down bad, fucked up, but I took my lick

Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk

Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk

Every Tuesday around 6 pull up the coupe to Ruth’s Chris

Got a cougar to cook for me but I choose to forget

Come through in the clutch, Jermaine shoot but don’t miss

And I promise I ain’t slanging, yeah I’m truly legit

My momma’s neighbors probably think I’m moving them bricks

I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit

Getting 10 for a show, still got nothing for a bitch

Look, reaching for my chain’ll get you paralyzed

You a trapper and a rapper, that’s a pair of lies

I can look you in your eyes and tell you petrified

Left third, now I’m headed home and I ain’t scared to slide

Baby say she love me, I told her love don’t pay the bills

Even though that pussy wetter than the Navy SEALs

She said I’ll never be hungry 'cause she can make a meal

I told her I’m money-hungry to make a mil

Burning in them coffins so we turned to the office

I ain’t learn nothing in school, I learned everything from losses

Balling on these hoes, and I never went golfing

Ain’t giving niggas nothing, that’s a Boston

Shit I gave niggas everything, they still snitching on me

My lawyer lying for me, shit, and he don’t even know me

Do it by myself, that’s what come with being lonely

If I left it up to them, I would end up being homeless

If I didn’t have the mic and pimping I wouldn’t have a ride man

Always on that bullshit, but I ain’t from the Chi man

It’s cool coach, put me in the game and we won’t lose coach

I’m asking for the ball when the game getting too close

(Swish.) I’m a westside block nigga

Bring it to you direct, but connected like a Cox nigga

I can’t fuck with her if she ain’t investing in my stock nigga

Lito you my brother, it’s gone be that till we drop nigga

Gone