(feat. Mayowa)
Yea, Iâm Donald Trump
And while theyâre still on that apprentice shit
You the type to wife a hoe and buy expensive shit
We just rap to risk it all, you know just spend them chips
I know the people call it rap, I call it ventinâ bitch
And they donât flow like this
Rap time the pussy so riteous
Fuck, come around we donât go bout em
When they toss question marks, we stay so silent
They try to kill your dreams and put them in a grave
Thatâs why I cut my grass low, cause I aint fucking with these snakes
They say money come and go but my niggas dont
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas dont
I know, I know
They say I bet your gonâ change when that paper grow
I wonât, I wonât
Iâm on the way, for my way tell somebody else
Iâm gone, Iâm gone
Young with a dream
Dollar bills we donât really have that
Momma work two jobs, late night shifts great nights, man we aint really have that
Yea, thatâs life though
Con man came in, turned the lights off
I was in the dark, I was plottinâ, I was thinking about my momma trying to take out these rhymes, I
Seen them highs and lows
Had to hustle, boy I brew or broke
Pops wasnât there
Had to play that role
Was a young nigga thought I had to brew that dope, yea
But now Iâm grown and shit donât make no sense
She says she love me but I know she just a (???) fan
They say money come and go but my niggas dont
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas dont
I know, I know, I know
They say I bet your gonâ change when that paper grow
I wonât, I wonât, I wonât, I wonât
Iâm on the way, for my way tell somebody else
Iâm gone, Iâm gone, Iâm gone, Iâm gone