The Mirage

Aye, aye Coast to coast type shit My account full of commas, and my heart full of malice All these marks on my body, symbolize I'm a savage I don't do nothing basic, I don't do nothing average Got some big booty bitches prancing around in my palace Keep some bands in my pocket, keep some bands on my face Switching out on your partners, you a fucking disgrace Them boys just getting started, and they plotting on me Trying to take what I have, such a rookie mistake If you not getting cake, then stay the f*ck out my face Don't be feeding me lies, I got enough on my plate If you play with my slime, I gotta put you on skates Put your body on ice, ship you out of the states Yo, the stakes is high, I can't be dicking around Tray day on fire, you can't simmer him down I put a check on your head, you put to rest in the ground I make the rest of them bow, where the f*ck is my crown Yeah, aye Yeah, whoa Got my heart on my sleeve, you can see it when I bleed Loaded up with that green, talking president deceased Treading light with these women, yeah I know they after me Can't be catching no feelings, that's a deadly disease I'm that nigga for sure though, leave ya phone at the door hoe Don't be sharing locations, don't be taking no photos We don't share information, we don't talk to the popos We don't do nothing basic, all that shit is forsaken Okay, the drugs come in handy, and my slug doing damage Nigga die before payment, then I'm charging your family I pull up no protection, she pull up with no panties I pull off in the coupe, she pull off feeling used I'm doing awful in school, probably dropping out soon Only thing that I'm scared of, not retaining this cheddar Motherfuck making D's, and motherfuck a professor When it come to that cheese, hit your block with that shredder Met a bitch in the west, say she banging for me Gave me her ass to kiss, I gave her back to the streets Yo, to keep it a buck, I'd rather be rich and single Than to be broke as f*ck, with a bitch who be creeping Yo, the stakes is high, I'm trying to total the numbers Put them things in the tires, on a Toyota Tundra Trade it all for a duffel, get the f*ck out of dodge Touchdown in Vegas, turn up at the Mirage Aye, aye Yeah, whoa Got my heart on my sleeve, you can see it when I bleed Loaded up with that green, talking president deceased Treading light with these women, yeah I know they after me Can't be catching no feelings, that's a deadly disease I'm that nigga for sure though, leave ya phone at the door hoe Don't be sharing locations, don't be taking no photos We don't share information, we don't talk to the popos We don't do nothing basic, all that shit is forsaken