Rich Life

Got my AP on board All them niggas are bored Got my Wraith on the road I came abroad I boarded the plane Rolex Plain Jane iced out Patek making me feel rusty Diamond Esco make you feel dusty Hate me all you want I can still trap Flexing on that beat, I don't rap Got some meat and I gotta wrap it up Chemical elements at the same bay I hit you one time and you forget about your bae How's that my problem if think you can slay? Shot him dead then I left him on the railway Went to Monaco for some shopping We got them pills now we popping On a spring, now they are hopping Suicide riding ain't my things Homicide is where is at Be a faker, I don't care I'm the real one, don't make a mess Fucked up them hoes at the res I write some lyrics and my bros do the rest Don't take it out off the basket You might end up in a casket New Versace New Apartment (New) Two Bugattis Sesto bumpers (Six) Lamborghini Murcielago on board Came abroad, it's an import Spent a quarter ticket on a jet, yeah Spend a cheque on them hoes But don't mess with my bros Maserati dealership Ghost ride the Wraith Enjoy it while it lasts Enjoy with gold your before it turns rust I'ma kill you it's a must I'ma leave you in a dust One time I had a drug bust (Dope) Same colour t-shirt (white) Freestyling on that stage Wrote your lyrics on piece of page I'm not always late Trappin, no debate about that Case closed, lotta closure