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Chorus
Y'all probably think I made it, but I didn't Uh, uh
I'm still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling Yeah
Put my mama on some acres with a Bentley With a Bentley
Might fly my bitch out to Jamaica just to kick it Just to kick it

Verse 1
I want a penthouse with them drapes to cover my windows Yeah
Top floor shit, I don't want no neighbors, just give me my space 'cause I be chillin'
Thinkin' 'bout my jit, goin' through my phone, lookin' at her pictures Yeah, yeah
She know I can't be home, but she know I miss her What
But when I do, I'm coming through like it was Christmas
Go make it all year round, this shit ain't only in December
Toast in the air, I finally made it out the trenches Yeah
When real niggas prevail, they make a difference They make a difference
This shit I spit make you sit back and have to listen Yeah
Can't skip through half of my tracks and get the vision Uh
Try to make it vivid just so you can see it clearly
That's why I can't even write this shit, just press record and let me spill it
Gotta thank God for this blessing, 'cause I'm gifted Yeah
Ain't doin' no more stressin', bitch, I'm livin' Uh
I had to run a check up, and boss my life up And boss my life up
I know why y'all niggas mad and y'all don't like us And y'all don't like us

Chorus
Y'all probably think I made it, but I didn't Uh, uh
I'm still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling Yeah
Put my mama on some acres with a Bentley With a Bentley
Might fly my bitch out to Jamaica just to kick it Just to kick it
Y'all probably think I made it, but I didn't Uh, uh
I'm still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling Yeah
Put my mama on some acres with a Bentley With a Bentley
Might fly my bitch out to Jamaica just to kick it Kick it

Verse 2
Stuck in them bricks, I was on my dick Yeah, I had to shake somethin' Uh
I keep the fire 'cause I'm gon' shoot before you take somethin'
He tellin' lies, bitch, I'm the truth, I can't relate to homie
I catch the vibe, these niggas fake, under them smiles he really hatin' on me
One thing they know 'bout Ra, I keep that banger on me I keep that banger on me
Bad bitch, she so damn fine, I put that thing up on her I put that thing up on her
She say I'm too damn high 'cause I be takin' long Yeah
I said, I'm just tryna take my time, baby girl, be patient for me
She soakin' wet and ready, got it waitin' for me What
When she fuss, I drop that dick and make her hate to love me
Diggin' deep, she feel it in her stomach
PG gon' keep her cummin', make her wanna vomit Uh
Had to get that girl some water, got her feelin' nauseous
When I go harder, call me daddy, but I ain't her father
Bitch, I'm an artist, but she look at me like I'm a star
She ask me am I gon' forget her when I get too far
Just play your part

Chorus
Y'all probably think I made it, but I didn't Uh, uh
I'm still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling Yeah
Put my mama on some acres with a Bentley With a Bentley
Might fly my bitch out to Jamaica just to kick it Just to kick it
Y'all probably think I made it, but I didn't Uh, uh
I'm still tryna stack that paper to the ceiling Yeah
Put my mama on some acres with a Bentley With a Bentley
Might fly my bitch out to Jamaica just to kick it Just to kick it