Get a couch, hella pieces from a runway
And I play ye, speakers blast Runaway, preaching ass dumb fake
People wanna come take
My pay, huh?
All the people know I'm day one
Bitches been sleeping on my bed
Drake son, pockets full of racks, never carried a gun
Your pockets be vacant
Do you want smoke, bitch I paint lungs
Kings on my cards, tell me why I'm gon ace 'em