my menu,
fuck who came with you
Bitch we paid big doors,
it could be so simple
It could be so simple,
too much time to think in the back of them rentals
I need n****s to acknowledge this
The
USA got more jails than colleges
And what ain't so common
is common sense
Fuck the politicians and they politics
Shit, my grandmother been
in the same apartment
Since before, during, and after
Obama
Then I go online,
they just want the drama
While I'm stacking
commas and good karma
Billions on my menu,
fuck who came with you
Bitch, we pay big dues,
it could be so simple
It could be so simple
Niggas ain't on call when the rent due
But they still feel entitled to ball with you
How many songs you poured
your heart into?
How many moves have you
made in designer shoes?
Why niggas hoping you lose?
No fake news,
I'm not reading your reviews
Circle smaller than tire tubes
Got to get your name up till it set in stone I
been preppin' for this shit since
Orange
Grove, niggas on my menu
Fuck who came with you,
bitch, we paid big dues
They could all be so
simple
This time it's for the win
High off another
Zed
If I fuck up the bag, I hit another leg
Whip a beat like
Big
Hit, used to whip a brick
Niggas wanna see my name
on the injured list
Face mask on, hoopin' like
NB
Six figures for the
Gatorade ad, I'm licensee
Grew a grip from the pain
and the challenges
That's why I'm in this bitch,
askin' where the salad is
Gotta stop chasing after the wind
Stay solid with me, that's my only wish
Ayy, millions on my menu,
fuck cocaine with you
Bitch, we pay big dudes,
it could be so simple
For real, it could be so