Lamb Chops

Man I'm gone, man I'm gone I know I crossed, so many lines With the plans I got, I know I'm a shine Just branching off, I know it's my time You niggas be hot I won't keep silent, the lamb is off The landings off Houston we got us a problem, the mans just not responding, he was all talk A couple more hits, I'm trading my whip, I need me a foreign push back on the top I don't wish bad on a nigga but niggas be fake and they hate I hope they get got Bout time I just hop and the whip and I take off Time to go up, I ball like the playoffs Houston we got us a problem, I dropped out of college A couple years later I'm paid off Porsches and Rari's Brand new Bugattis I got dreams You know I can't stop it Hotel lobbies Hot like Wasabi I'm fly like I pilot You know I be popping I got a new chick and she fine as can be Diamonds refridged straight to a freeze Pressure bust pipes, can't hang with the rats but just like some mac, I go with the cheese I feel like Zaytoven I play with them keys She clapping she twerk with her hands on her knees I feel like afloat I'm gone of the lean Just like Luigi, I stay with the green I'm stacking this money it double up Killing every track can't run with us I play with them toys, whack a mole Choppa pack a punch, whoever running up I stay in my duffel bag You know I got hustle, fast Stay out of trouble, mask Watch where you step, crash Man I'm gone, man I'm gone I know I crossed, so many lines With the plans I got, I know I'm a shine Just branching off, I know it's my time