This ain't a joke rap, you better appreciate This rhyme got levels, like avici hate All you critics who got something to say Come up into my grill, heat will keep you at bay. 5-0 are coming, shit nigga let's hide, Wait that's my mate driving, nigga we fine. Don't need diamond rings or versace things, cheap night flings or private wings. I live a simple life, Netflix and grind, All these finer things are easy to find Make my P, pay my bills, mortgage debt for the thrill.