To The Moon

I was talkin' to the spoon, my fien was talkin' to the moon Hope you niggas get in tune, cause I'm with killers and the goons Rest In Peace POP , he shake the room, when I'm on top I make a umm Love my block, I'm from the trums, and they know how us niggas boom Free my uncle B, he taught me how to carry I f*ck mad chicks, hope one day I get married They know we spooky with that wine like we was Harry We got R.I.P.'s and 223's get buried You niggas pipe down, I can't hang with silly goofy niggas cause they type clowns Remember being broke, and a joke, I get likes now Probably cause I'm hot, and my chain hella You could get honey from a honeybee You could get sugar from a sugar bee You can't get nothing from a wannabe So tell me who you wanna be I wasted time but I knew I was patient Stayed on my grind cause I know I'm chasin Thought she passed out but she was really faintin' She ain't never take a trip, she think she on vacation Shrimp steak, lobs on her dinner plate She got a FaceTime, her woe so she could demonstrate This ain't my first time on go, they know I've been an ape Call bro, he already know, he not a minute late We all four, ridin' with the six, cause we been with Drake's It's all blow, once you get a sniff for the shit you take Really from the trenches in one of the richest states And you really gotta get it just to get a plate You could get honey from a honeybee You could get sugar from a sugar bee You can't get nothing from a wannabe So tell me who you wanna be Trust me, they gon' love me Shit get ugly, pretty ugly Pour up some bubbly, let's get bubbly Don't never judge me, only God can judge me Don't judge me, only God can judge me