Okay, I popped out, copped an antique
She won all the perks, flash the France we
On the nude beach, tits and ass cheeks
I'm finna crash out
Can't get rid of me, this what they really mad about
The epitome, you pitiful, you asked out
I hit the bank, take all the cash and cash out
You can see my spirit, animals are cash cow
If **** really ever ran up, it's man down
Tick it, hiding from yourself, always subsiding
Every day you mess, you're wearing
Trying to show you're surviving
On the run from soul to soul
But you can never find your own
You lose the spirit at the cross
And now your soul, it could be lost
Where's this man woe? Get your man woe
When it's wartime, I go Rambo
You won't tap dance, you a sand boat
It's too many flows and I got amples
I just give and go, like I planned to
It don't make it true, cause he say it's true
And when you're this high, you might need a parachute
And when you're this high, you might need a parachute
Where's this man, whoa?
Where's your bankroll?
In New York, I'm Millie Rock, it's my cash flow
What you know about doing a sexy drill and some designer clothes?
How you gonna call yourself a shooter, blood your eyes will close
Gang in this bitch gang in this bitch I strike a pose Cap low man
No SK don even like to boast I had to cut her off she always online
She like to post I lost count how many busters I had to ghost
She took it my business, kicked the snitch off my roster
I don't fuck with pigs, I'm a raster
No cops on us, I'm pulling up with the mafia
Really rock and roll, that's why they treating me like a galaga
And when I drop this tape, with dea, and checking it with my manager
Tryna keep up with me, they really ain't got the stamina
SK, I make money moves, no I ain't doing it for the camera
365, I'm scheming, yeah, that's everyday on the calendar
Where's this man, whoa? Get your man, whoa
When it's wartime, I go Rambo
You on tap dance, you a Sambo
It's too many flows, and I got amples
I just give and go, like I planned through
It don't make it true, cause he say it's true
And when you're this high, you might need a parachute
Where's this man, whoa?
It's gonna make them dance
It's gonna make them move
It's about, as I said, creating an atmosphere
Sphere

Writer(s): Daquon Zachariah Curtis & Joseph Olaitan Adenuga Jr.