Driving in the hidden hills, get out ya feels boy

Passin by opry mills, inside the ′Ville boy

Milestones get a mill, then get a billionMy hooks all a catch, better get to reelin'

The black hatchback turned me to the realest

Usually into blondes, but you more appealing

Tryna make a paper stack, that′s floor to ceiling

So hungry for this shit it's hard to get a meal in

Deposit just hit I'm like what a feeling

I′m doing something right they′re paintin' me the villain

I′m just like Howie tryna get a deal did

Sittin' nosebleeds with my dawgs at Neyland

I′m slidin' on this shit rainbow road, I got the gold

I′m super into smashin', Mario flow

Want a couple bags maxed out at Soho

She ask me where the cash is I say, oh no

Oh no, best know

If all my songs like this boy, you know what I'm headed for

Middle fingers to the paparazzi at my door

And when it happen you′ll remember what I said it for

Don′t forget what I said it for

Let me get a flow

Got a good conscious reminiscing on the greatest days

Asked me if I want a slice of pie, when I made the cake

First song on Soundcloud got me less than 80 plays

Take me to the 80's just so I can see a laker game

Grab a fifth of Tito′s thinking that'll take the pain away

Jordan with the fadeaway, go back to my player ways

Woman of my dreams always felt like i′m a date away

Ask me bout it now ima tell ya how it changed up, good Lord

I got realer, mic killer, gettin' vulnerable and shit so that they might feel it

Got banana clips of hits and I might peel it

Ask me if I want that medical but i′m chillin'

My pockets deep and overdue for money galore

Dead presidents talking to me whenever i'm bored

PH, power hungry what would I balance it for

Y′all are acid rap take a chance, the challenge is yours

Everything I look at turn to stone, watch the throne

Drawing interest like a loan I′m a pot gold

I just want a single interview with rolling stone

Bite your tongue with my name, like the logo, oh no

Oh no, best know

If all my songs like this boy, you know what I'm headed for

Middle fingers to the paparazzi at my door

And when it happen you′ll remember what I said it for

Feel like I should put my exes in a mass text

I'm their only claim to fame, after this I′m past that

Thought it'd be greener over here, where′s the grass at

She won't respond to "Where your ass at"

I pull up at exit 7, heart weighing heavy now

The pump stop at half full, I just zeroed my debit out

I used to do a whole lot more than this and I'd let you down

But I just slipped your mind, already leaving and stepping out

Paid for Carabba′s but all I wanted was full disclosure

Speedin on Apison it′s hard not to get pulled over

Know 12 is lurkin but shit, it's 12 and i′m cold sober

Just tryna relay a couple texts that I mulled over

Thought about sending but you too drunk to respond to

Knew what you capable of, but thought it's beyond you

Know you stuck living Miami vice but we′re home now

Once she sees the 305 you're best on your own now

But I′m in denial, I gotta save what we have here

She lie like this the same her that fell for me last year

Can't even be mad, knowing the cheatin' I contemplated

Even the worst sinning at moments can feel amazing

Too grown to be living like tomorrow will never come

You do that shit too much ′till the day that it never does

Know we′re both the problem won't admit who we′ve start to become

Won't ever love who you is but always loved who you was, damn

Got, got, I got realer

Got, got, I got realer