Live From Romania

A hundred thousand people screaming while we up on stage
I done seen every kind of pussy that God ever made

I know niggas salty, I can read their demeanor
They performing in little clubs, nigga we in arenas
Look I know they ain't there to see me but I'm there nigga
I'm cool with that, 50 paying me to be here nigga
Shit, my grandkids gon' get to spend this paper
Got rich off Get Rich or Die Tryin' 20 years later
I sleep in the best hotels, eat complimentary breakfast
Groupie bitches overseas infatuated with my necklace

My life is a movie, they should put this shit on cable
Doing better than niggas that signed to a major label

I was on the world tour, felt like a paid vacation
Just bought a new house, most of my neighbors is Caucasian

Safe to say I came a long way from the trenches
I smile a lot now like I just came from seeing the dentist
So relentless (God damn)
Give me my flowers now, fuck waiting, you feel me? (Fuck waiting)
Don't tell the world how dope I was after
Niggas done killed me (don't do that)
Nas wrote I remind him of Biggie on Twitter (salute)
You can't imagine what that shit right there did for a nigga

How a GOAT comparing me to another GOAT? (How?)
I met the nigga Nas, he spit lyrics
For me that I wrote (Jungle what up?)
Gave me my flowers while I can still smell it
Plug calling me, he got bricks, he know I can still sell it (papi)
That's my man Julio
I'm from Brooklyn, we get rappers robbed at Quad Studios

Tell 'em get it back in blood like that nigga Pooh Shiesty said
I'm hot, any day I can get indicted by the feds (damn)
Hoping they don't snatch me up and try to take my freedom
They be in the club with niggas thinking we don't see 'em (we see 'em)
J Reid trying to stop me from being God
My lawyer ain't gon' take my money if he can't beat the charge
Or at least give me five years if they trying to give me twenty

So what you gon' do, cop out and go to trial honey? (hold up)
Or do the gingerbread man, nigga on the run eating
Or they gon' put your picture up in New York in every precinct

I'm just telling you your options, let's be very clear
Statute of limitation on this case hold seven years (that's it?)
These is conversations me and my lawyer used to have
Before rap when I was trapping, getting money on the ave

500 Grams, ready to flip

Open the bag, dope smell like salt and vinegar chips

And them niggas salty 'cause we getting them chips

Gossip about afternoon tea like a bitch

My hitters confused on who we hit next
'Bout to plan your amusing death

Nigga got caught slipping, moving left

Homie almost lost his head for some pounds of kush, yeah
And I ain't scared to die, 'cause I died already
And I'm all in the trap with my jewels all heavy
And got a super hitter like Pablo got Blackie
And he stay with a chop, broke boy get at me
Yeah, black on black crime, another black nigga dead

Lawyer money up, playing cat and mouse with the feds
My eyes filled to the brim when I heard my homie passed
Internet, cell phone, life moving so fast
Politics and revolution
They'll ban assault rifles in two weekends in New Zealand
They got cancer in the food, everybody vegan

Stay woke, everybody dreaming, everybody scheming
And it's fast life, fast cars, internet stars trip

Clout chasing niggas riding dick, man I'm sick of this

Dumping out the Jag with some drum shit

Nigga don't be a hashtag over dumb shit

Smoking on opps with a little bit of runtz mix
John Wick with the FN to make your back flip
Nigga get turned to a strain, you get smoked bitch
Indy 500 in a 600S

Six blunts, baddie with big breasts
Hellcat or Demon, choose your pick
My diamonds is sick, they got the COVID
Chocolate bitch, like the Feds the bitch holding
My Crip niggas rolling, my Blood niggas GM
They active in the streets, they make the Feds top chart lists
AR-15 with the scope, a nigga won't miss
African warlord, when Game catch an opp

We gon' each eat a piece of his heart
My enemies bring the worst out me
Cycle of success, niggas plotting on me
Watch that I'm rocking on me, light up Vegas for a week
Cal take a hundred shots, wake the neighbors out they sleep

I ain't a civilian, my little niggas drilling
Baby .45, hold six like LeBron spinning
Nigga spit, hit his top, gang shit
Now it's RIPs on his block, every day shit
This money is his only object
Behind this money there's a trail of bodies that's behind it
I bench pressed her and I supersized it
Smoking sprinkles, that's that good exotic
Niggas know my body, niggas know my bop

I'm Bergdorf, you K-Mart, little nigga stop
And my strap'll wound a buffalo, now you a pack
You on the wrong side of the grass, I ordered that

Be merciless with my praise, Hercules with the Ks
Clout chasing suck a dick, bitch nigga die today

Water on my new Rollie face
My bitch bad, your bitch is a puke emoji face
Niggas bleed just like us, in God we trust
Nipsey died on my birthday, every year fucked up