Boys

Failure ain't a option I got niggas watchin' Yeah I got it locked in You rappers in my pocket I don't care what it cost us Unless we ain't makin' profits Niggas nauseous Check the process Yeah we the prophets Where we poppin'? November when we droppin' They wonder what gloss is Bitch! It's a classic You just plastic Check the fabric Niggas tacky Girl you actin' Throw that back then I'ma about that action F*ck the lights flashin' Speedin' till I fuckin' crash it In the rari That I borrowed I don't believe in tomorrow Bitch f*ck your sorrow Kill my empathy, hoe I'm sorry I just want the dollars And my momma's honor I want my dad to be livin' larger That's a promise Let that shit play out