Berserk

No autotune shit, nigga Real raw Nine nine, nine nine, nine nine I spend it reckless, nigga, money always flow to me Life sum like a movie, cinema, this how it's 'pose to be (This how it's 'pose to be) Lost my mind and went insane, I feel like Bishop Shit get wicked But I did it Now jus' look at who I chose to be She made a mess, that shit get icky I clean up nice, my polo Issey Lil hoe like "Boy, you know you pretty" Do right, I spoil her like Diddy Got my mind right, took some time My old bitch hit me, said she miss me I'm sorry baby, I can only like ya once, one wrong move 'n' ya done Haha Lotta pent up emotion, bitch I'm letting that shit all out Want the riches, f*ck the clout Keep that pussy, swing that mouth Hoe ass nigga, don't be silly We do biz', don't try no tricks Dr. Jack, the scientist Oil and water, out the mix Young turnt nigga on a mission Beat the odds, The Lord's my witness Sleep when I die I can't decide Which for the night? Oh my God My dawg Swift, he bag it swiftly Fat Mike blessed, that nigga gifted Slide wit' Bo, 'n' make heads roll Whole team on point, jus' like arrows Bitch, I ain't stressin' on it (Bitch, I ain't stressin' on it) Shit ain't luck, nigga I'm destined for it (Uhh uhh) Pull up, black truck, presidential Commercial, and it's residential It's confidential Shit jus' business, run wit' bosses Diamonds dancing, my wrist flooded, cut my losses (Shit expensive) Way past redemption like John Marston (I'm tryna listen) My feet Margiela, they imported (They on ya wishlist) I'm eurosteppin' shit like Harden (I'm coming different) This Gucci linen on my collar (On my collar) Can't sweat no bitch, don't need no problems (Don't need no problems) SDS my unit, bitch this shit don't stop regardless (Don't stop regardless) Members only, pussy boy, don't wit' f*ck no outsiders Pullin' all the strings, my doc said I might get arthritis Dick all in her stomach, now yo' bitch need an alignment Eyes on me like Makaveli, but you know pressure make diamonds These racks all in my denim, plenty No time to argue, bitch I'm jammin' Knockin' niggas off, I got a list, I feel like Santa These niggas on alert, when we pull up, ain't talkin' amber My pocket full of deads, I move wit' ghosts, my troop phantom Remind me of myself, don't jealous me, my money handsome Studio my kitchen This shit honest, truth be told, facts no fiction Turned my pain to paper, now this money my religion (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Turned my pain to paper, now this money my religion I beat the odds The Lord's my witness (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) Sleep when I die Off this earth Feel like Guts, jus' went berserk