Hey, I'm back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I'm Michael yuh
Don't look at my bread
Don't look at my whip
Take a look at my fico yuh
I'm pacing and thankin' of robbin' of a bank
With da homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it da bank or da banquet
Come hang with da gang get shady
Drunk drive in a Mercedes
45 on da hip daily
Screamin' out **** you pay me
I ain't patient
I gotta OCD
Feel like I'm not controlling me
Still them hoes gon fall for me
***** that they offer me
Is often not to luxury
But lemme see what dat lick read
Triple digits in the 6 speed
Think I fall in love when that ***** hit me
I might **** around and buss her down
And buy a Bentley for that
***** while you was fxxking with dem lames
I made my baby momma rich yuh
Baby play with my **** not my emotions
Shed so many tears I think that I can fill an ocean