Hold up,
Pop another bottle for your sorrows
Pop another bottle for a model
Pop another bottle for bravado
And everything it took,
To hop about the pad and see tomorrow
Bravo, cleyo said it's real niggas on the rising
The way I see it, I don't even swallow pride so
When they try to treat me like a field nigga
I feel a blast at a dollar sign, no borrowed time
Had that money to my daylight savings
Had the grab but I hit the brakes lights waiting
For a chance to take above the speed limit
Except the fans get the ticket for the pace I'm taking
Gather round, it's another celebration
For a hateful nigga with a stellar presentation
Shooting for the stars like I'm sagitarius
What's hilarious, these niggas really think I'm won't make it

[Hook] x 2
Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building
Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin
I said we fin to make a killin,
And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different

I'm tryina keep the drive con till I'm empty
And if I die tomorrow man I hope that destin dizz me
Do the eulogy, and then call up Andrew burigo
So he can write the epitaph of fellow major leaguer
...nah, I ain't tryina be morbid
But know that some bad niggas be orbiting
Galaxy phones tryina empty out my wallet
And make me drop the ball like I'm brady out the pocket but
Back to the present man, we're making it clear
Ain't another nigga reachin where we take it this year
To these new jack niggas, I'ma beat start level
Make the green talk like Louis shopper horus of a treble
But I ain't see more, you niggas too busy dressin
You should done see more
But everything that be spoke out my mouth like salvo row
I'm tell it to the beats, take a seat or take the flow, nigga

[Hook] x 2
Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building
Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin
I said we fin to make a killin,
And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different

And I wrestle with these thoughts to make sure they all pair
Don't even need a ...cause either way I'm gonna win
See it's funny how this writing changed the world I live in
Went from dreams to getting shot, to an ivy league dent
From 2 eassays, I ain't talkin bout a Mexican I mean
the words for acceptance
To that college resume,
Low braid eye nigga, from the west and the rich man
Where niggas used to hang bout tradition
The first sentence I crafted, changed my position
Modern reefer had to write ends from the beginning
In the end it helped me fly, little more liberal
Brand new world, I'm a little more lyrical
Near death experience, is little more spiritual
Sphere influence, success is more critical
I'm pen and paper chasing my whole life
And it flash before my life when I hold mikes

[Hook] x 2
Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building
Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin
I said we fin to make a killin,
And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different.