Intro Lyrics

Life

Better life

Life after better life

Now Drake might've had October

It's November now, now it's over

Facing four leaves, no clover

Versing the V in the Range Rover

Let me take a step back like Harden

Trust me, I won't miss the target

Six feet down in the love garden

You fuck with the setup, I'm going retarded

Yo jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me

Out the cup, we turn them to history

No Scooby-Doo, they ain't solvent this mystery

Shoot from afar, they call me artillery

Yo jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me

One gust a wind and your prone to an injury

Watch me win or you join on the victory

I'm at your door like I'm fresh from Delivery

This bitch turned 21, now she thinks she is savage

Inch under 5'9, never be average

Blow up your spot like you selling some cabbage (my cabbages)

Money to myself and it keeps getting bigger

How you die with your finger on the trigger

Tommy on the body, go hill go figure

Former rapper in court turns singer

Me and bro like Kanye and Jay-Z

Me and bro like Harden and KD

Me and bro like Bron and A.D

Got two twins that are slim like Shady

Me and bro like Kanye and Jay-Z

Me and bro like Harden and KD

Me and bro like Bron and A.D

Got two twins that are slim like Shady

I'm flexing my shit like a calling card

Mr. do it all I need two to guard

I'm flexing my shit while you falling hard

Dog on my side, barnyard

She know how to suck meat

But can't put her shoes on the right feet

She do what I say like I got a treat

In her head I'm a hero, I ain't miss a beat

Like, now Drake might've had October

It's November now, now it's over

Facing four Leaves, no Clover

Let me take a step back like Harden

Trust me, I won't miss the target

Six feet down in the love garden

You fuck with the setup, I'm gone retarded

Yo, jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me

Out the cup, return to history

No Scooby-Doo, they ain't stopping this mystery

Shoot from afar, they call me artillery

Yo, jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me

One gust of wind and you point to a injury

Watch me win or you join in the victory

I'm at your door like a first aid delivery

Say you're on your deathbed

And you look back at everything you accomplished

Would you be satisfied

Would you be ready to Die