Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four
You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you
Only been four months since the day we were through.
Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love
And you ain't gotta go to war
Or keep small it around four
Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport
I can change the whole game if a nigga bored
Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures
Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers
Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though
I know i'm just level four but i got sick rhymes i'm the devil's foe/
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass
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