This is a song about "Dont l leave"

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

We got money to go get baby

L y r i to the c

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Bitch..im shinin brighter than a l e d light

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y