Trowa Beezy - Sabertooth Tiger!
Been there, Push ForeignBlue Bottles, Wavy
Should've been there, New Tour dates
Movado's, Mercedes, Lately
I've thinking 'bout the new investments
Diversify your bonds, your kids gon' need to check in
No Weapon can phase me
Two tone, new phone
Who's home? Key turns
Elevate, world turns
I ain't felt like this since it was '97
I hit the brakes you know I never assume for a second
New sneakers, on tv
I'm shining, they see me
I'm humble, I'm selfless
Ain't helpless, I'm selfish
You lost your top, you lost your spot trying to take out who's hot
They think they g's, they copping pleas when they weak in the fox
In my head, voices. No regrets, make choices
No losses, just lessons. No phone calls, just texting
I was going to cop that flight to Texas
I took that bread instead and made a payment on a Lexus
When you was talking dirty 'bout the women that you kicked it with, you should've turned The mirror to yourself to take the ego hit
For one eye, Mikey
Monster, I might be
Healing, likely
Spread love, vibing
I'm Soto, I be moving but never solo
Blessed to reach these heights after years of being so low
Practicing the grip 'fore I put the game in a chokehold
My peoples got degrees, while I'm flipping birds to the provost
Run your own business instead of minding mine
I can cop some Cartier's so I can see you shine
At times you got to make the play or make it down the line
And though forever we can't stay, don't let that weigh your mind down
Grab a pinot, call Issa Rae, I think I need a wine down
Been wilding since younger days holding court in G-town
Only those of us in the know could give you all the breakdown
Devil trying to push these temptations like he running Motown
We only kicking fly shit, my synopsis could give you all of the plot twists
"Hello, no one is available to take your call. Please leave a message, after the tone."
Yo what's up with you like
I been calling your phone
You told me you was going to be ready by 9, ITS NINE
I done did my hair, my make up, even went and got my nails done like yo my nigga What's up like
Your Avant looking ass got about 4 minutes to call me back 'cuz I do no want to be late For this party
Written by:
Christopher Wallace, Nyasia Felder
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