Out The Question

(Mmm) (Mmm) (Mmm) Fix my corrections Got new obsessions I'm not one to do much flexin', I can't stress that enough That's out the question Cash in possession Foreign fabrics on my person, make it back like "so what" Avoid discretion Migo in his section Self pats on my own back, relax, and take a sip out the cup I'm unchained, off the cuffs Bruce Wayne, all black stuff Gotta do it for my folks, I gotta do it for my brothers Never changed, keep my trust Been through pain, had it rough I be askin' God for help 'cause livin' fast, it take guts Switch the pace, try and keep up Life's a race, i'm in front I can't let these niggas up, 'cause I don't L's that shit suck (GFBA, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, ay) (Yeah, yeah, ay) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't do fascades All for the ride On my "Money Makin' Mitch" shit i'm do or die Matte black whip with gold rims, "nah this ain't no Saab" You can try and keep up, well at least you fuckin' tried I'd rather live forever so i'm stickin' with God Deja vu is in the air I seen this, no lie I'm my brothers keeper 'til the day i'm in the sky Cash is in the mix bitch i'm MS fuckin' I Only whine I f*ck with is the Hellcat when it cry Step on it and vroom, don't got time for goodbyes (Fix my corrections) (Got new obsessions) (I'm not one to do much flexin' I can't stress that enough) (That's out the question)