Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I park your son
The very first time I shot me a drac’, the homie had told me that “Aim it this way”
I didn’t point down enough, today I show you I learn from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I’m ready to double the wage
I rather do that, than let a Canadian n!gga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got s*it twisted What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don’t wanna work with me no more? Okay
There’s three GOATs left, and I see two of them kissing and hugging on stage
I love ’em to death, and in eight bars, I’ll explain that phrase, huh
It’s nothing nobody can tell me, huh
I don’t wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
There’s no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I’m a selfish n!gga