[Intro]

[Verse 1]
One year and 74 days
Caught my attention girl, I finna hope that you feel no rage
Three years ahead, now that's turned to trash
Thirty-five hunnid, sittin' on my Rolls Truck
A 100 days, a 100 nights
I was checkin' a chick like I could pass her, right?
A 100 days, a 100 flights
I just got home and all you got is a few days to sit tight
No CEO, and if you cross me you go off like you a bully, oh
I'on like talkin' to nobody unless it's the mic up in the studio
Eight figures off lackin', and [?] what I'd do it for
This street, n***a, young fit
Sometimes I be fancy, I pull up in a Limousine
I hate to ask n***as 'cause the keep runnin' out the street
If you ain't got dedicated, then you can't even fly like me
5 minute shit, I'm here for a reason
I was supposed to be hеre...