 I had a dream, I was in a 9-11, flying like the cars on the jet scenes Then God told me I was driving to reckless, need to slow down like the drinks made in Texas Yeah, they this, but I don't feel disrespected, I'm so far up, I'm guessing I don't get their message Cause at the top, this view is perfect, that's probably why my phone keep losing service Hell, I can't even hear a hateful opinion, throwing dirt up on my name But Sam won't stop me from winning, I was always counted out, so that's why I'm grinning Cause y'all about to feel the wrath, and this is only the beginning You wanna apologize, all of a sudden, uh-uh, you can't tell she nothing You can't tell me nothing But you can't tell them rappers to wrap it up, cause it's their bedtime Matter of fact, make sure they say they prepped, cause it's dead time Just talked to the colonel and he told me it was crunch time Knock and beats out in order, that's a punch line I'm the sickest, just like Corona, anyone can get it, I always be ready You better come with it, put on for the dot like the end of a sentence And no, I won't stop, so that mean you finish, yeah, this shit is over like we at the end You go against me, she tell you you winning, but that is your girl So she just pretending, being supportive, yeah, I understand You a little boy and bitch on the man, don't own any toys You know I ain't playing, can draw really good, and right like Saram ain't dressin' in me I'm going ham, I might just speak that shit, said damn I'm about to go ahead and throw up the alley, ooh, and let my niggas slam Like shit, bitch, I had to cut back on all these favors, ain't finna keep saving these niggas Coulda ain't saving theyself, how you askin' for help, but you still tryin' to save all these bitches He out of pocket, but spendin' the favor, these bitches look niggas, you failin' the mission Don't even know when he bro, she gon' cross them, she switchin' like she forwards with a convention If it's a problem, I don't really like to chit chat, so don't confirm me on the average, I'm a bitch ass I asked a nigga for a favor, he ain't with that, but I ain't trippin', coulda glog out a kit bag Red light, green lights, go with a beam, I might leave a nigga by the street light Pistol in the party, don't seem right, but everybody clenching, better keep your heat tight Right by your side, my partner, he know I'm gon' go, that's for sure, ain't no question, I ride Niggas ain't street, these niggas be sweet, 3.14, but we knew you were pot Nobody feelin' that shit, you be cappin' the bottom, you lil niggas should move to the side He actin' tough on the grim, but we saw him in person, that boy lickin' smooth and odd Tank too raw, don't cut that, yo