Karma

I can't calm down, bitch, on my come up shit,

I can't rush my rich, still they watch my wrist, Bitch, Don't touch my shit, you don't own

That shit, do this for my riches and for my kid, look,

Told her I'm makin' some rounds like I'm Uncle Sam Cause you niggas owe him,

Told her if you fuck with the plan

We could move out to France,

But you still down in Georgia

Hold up that boy got them bands,

they stick out his pants, you niggas bogus,

Hold up, that boy got advanced

He think he the man, but you not the owner,

I walk with no friends, gotta say it up front