I'm color blind so all I'm seeing is dollar signs They criticize and probably jus under qualified Take your heart to the wiz And get you motified Hit a spliff and get you lifted Like you called a ride Feened up, leaned up Is what they call a vibe High frequency the only Way I'm goin' ride And when them killers Coincide you better stay inside Monetized how I vibe You better pick a side First you get the respect Then comes the power Now we talking money We get that hour It's all about the Benjimans All he know is funds This that capital punishment Rip to pun They say diamonds is forever Now we hitting the vault Everything spicy call this The Curry goat The greatest of all time Jus' play it and stay remote Finger on the trigger They killing 'em for the votes You can build the wall but them hitters is goin' float Put 'em in the sky Or they in coming by the boat Everything water He spitting it til he choke If we was in the yard Everybody getting poked Now everything dropping Honda transmission And this don't need a hook I ain't nobody goin' fishing As soon as he hit the booth Everybody going to listen I told him don't speak Now his body goin' missing These niggas is washed up Like cars when they glossed up They see me star struck Get the paper then boss up Turned a hobby to a hustle Some weight to some muscle If you ain't good wit' family Ain't no way I'm goin' trust you Never ran never rat Jus' check my report I been underground now I'm jus' breaking through the floor Been bodying everything Jus' working on my core Its shimmey shimmey yah I'ma give it to em raw Like sex wit no condom they know that I'm a problem Government shutdown I'm bout to drop the album They seeing my expansion wit Mally in the mansion He told him press play Now everybody started dancing Head spins on that brown box This that up rock Living off experience Break dance til they break lox And chase opps the crime pops Til the day stops And they goin' make noise Til the neighbors call the cops FRM where the pig say on dogs but but they pussycats When the niggas can't beef They goin' run and get the gat And they don't got 50 cents so they go get the strap Ever smell a dead body its Goin' linger through they the hat Been through helland back And used the fire as my transport Cara seen limousine Stretch 'em out while they wait for it Street Khalifa trash bags Filled wit' the reefa How he goin' listen he Making more than his teachers I'm body and everything they don't want me on they features Them critics is jus' hatin' They aint playing from the bleachers Body bars pass raw Lyrically is pass frauds Everything potent Weed outta the glass jar Too many lost souls they goin' never make it home Them jail calls is free they want you talking on them phones