I see No Limits: make em say uhh! I see no niggas with this, 100 round drum.
Young nigga coming up they wanna gun you down, drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga damn.
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me.
Our faucets used to drip, I used to ride the bench, but it was written in cursive for this king to exist.
They say I'm gettin' money. Must be illuminati. Talking to the Holy Ghost. In my Bugatti.
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine. Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD.
Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin' on my chest.