Cheers to the OGs, I hope you live 107 years
Chill recognize chill
Don’t chill or be chill
Chilluminate law
Your flight’s so long they serve me 3 meals
The wine by the glass, unlimited refills
You don’t trip on the thrill seeking for cheap thrills
Recording in the same factory where they manufacturing e pills
When you on the move, man it’s hard to be still
I’m intoxicated in Amsterdam, I’m staring at a cheese wheel
Another day, another hotel, more money gets more emails
Came to this show solo but I’m leaving with four females
At the party in the there’s no need for more details
300 dollars for the weed smell the tree louder than Meek Mill
but tell me what’s new
Besides couples months of tunes I recorded with the cool
Important though, always eating imported food
Always speaking the ghetto gospel, that’s according to the truth
Yea that’s cool, but ask who, you?
why people win and why people lose
Oh, you gotta balance it With challenging gravity comes a lot of challenges
Make something that’s incredible to make up for the talent-less
That’s what talent is, OG Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
King shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature
Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
That’s king shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature
I used to wish for all of this, no really
I mean I went through hell just to be like spawn for this
If you ain’t travelling you might not be too fond of this
You lates, I woke up at the crack of dawn for this
I told the post office to postpone my postcard
When I realised that you couldn’t respond to this
My show set harder than homework at Harvard gets
Audience love when I’m cutting up like barber flicks
Life a movie, need a part for this?
Apart from this I be sauced up like tartared fish, my nigga
Having wine and food for dinner, no Flights on a Friday, I’m out like Miss Parker tits
I might forget, all my kicks
Handle my business now businesses want a partnership
And I’m I’m fresh as Hoes popping up at shows like Bishop at Q’s locker
Blowing sweets in hotel suites, somethin' vicious
How he go from Golden Gates to London Bridges?
I just hope it all goes well
Moppin' clean, Prince Akeem, I always leave a rose trail
Pour us open Luna Rossa I’m floating in Prada
Make her pour her feelings out, she a broken piñata
Sunset like koi scales
Consider yourself lucky if you even get the voicemail
Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
King shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature
Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
That’s king shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature