Adios

You hear them shell cases on the floor
We saying adios
Ya no to querio
Puedes ir goodbye
I disappear like ghost
I dream of owning land inside Dubai
That's how you make the most
These niggas hate on me
I'm like alright
Just wait until I blow

I'm Throwing punches like Tyson
And No I can't be beat
So I'm really gettin excited
These niggas lips are obsessed with me
But I'm like oh cool I guess I'm the assignment
I'm not really trippin on this shit
Cuz internet boys are not violent
I just know that his bitch is my bitch
It's something just like a consignment

Uhh uhh uh
Shit talker of the year
Some things you shouldn't hear
So I get on my tracks
And I put them here instead
I'm tryna make money off these verbs
I want all the bread
I can't complain
Cuz it could be worse

But that shit don't matter
Cuz I'll make it work
Said that shit don't matter cuz I'll get ahead

Cartiers and diamond bracelets
Are the things I wanna get
I'm not splurging on a the chain
I want the audemar piguet
I'm not catching feelings for you
Just because I spent a check

I'm not happy till I'm like drake
With my name sittin on a jet
I'm not Osiris
I'm not suckin dick to take pictures and flex
These niggas think I'm crazy cuz I'm dreaming big and bout business
That's right I want more than one brick
I want real life accomplishments

If you can't understand
Don't hate me cuz I'm just a man
I make music for the ones that had to go and make a plan
Go where you are valued
Not everyone loves designer pants
I'm just letting you know in advance
Cuz the hate is very grand
Niggas battling they own fights yet they put on the gram
How the fuck does that make sense?
I don't know but I'm not them

I got demons that I battle too
I beat them every chance
Even tho I got real moves
I told the devil I can't dance

Knowing that I'm super smooth
We coupe to coupe
Like presidents
Shoot out the roof
And hit the bend
We finna drift this fucking lamb
I ain't even worried bout a thing
The shooters know just who I am

Im from the bottom of the bottom
Where we ate scraps with our hands
And while these niggas had a pot to piss in
I prayed for a pan
So I could burn these niggas like a skillet
I'm showing my hand
Don't think I didn't catch you being oppressive
I knew in advance
I'm tired of being the one who's disrespected
I turned to the man