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
Or get in between (those b*****s)
Who put the gnomes in their yard
Think wilona
They barge right into your crib and just spark
I like my b*****s (like what?)
Shit who lit the cigar
I like a b***h that don't want no attention
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 mother****ers
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
Bad b*****s the convo, her name get mentioned (bad)
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