Ah, yeah, turn everything up in there a little bit, yeah, I'm gon' keep that, ah, yeah
There's no going to be so what the *, look
You claim you're real, but you're rollin' fake, rollin' fake
Say you my dog, but you know you're snakes, * em
Like Machiavelli, I'm about to snap, about to snap
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get your strap
I got the daughter, Martin Luther King
I got the daughter, Martin Luther King
I don't so hard, I go and get the check
They want me dead, dead like I'm Malcolm X
Had that ambition from the very start
Back of that building like I'm Rosa Parks
You get that dirt and money, best to watch it
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
This nigga talkin' like he aya so
That nigga must be on that aya so
Heard what I heard


I said, niggas, * Trump
Say it again, nigga, * Trump
Somebody better call the CNN
I'm bout' to make this * G again
I'm war ready like I'm Rick and Rose
Boys in the hood, we knockin' Ricky off
She think I love her, yeah, she fuckin' crazy
I'm about to pass that bitch like Tom Brady
These niggas pussy, boy, this * a trip
Boy, this * a trip, ayy
I'm better off beefin' with Taq

I got the Donald Martin Luther King
I find the Donald Martin Luther King
I hold so hard I go and get the check
They want me dead just like I'm Malcolm X
Had that ambition from the very start
Back of that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks
You get that dirty money, best to watch it
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
I'm getting head and back of the Phantom
Fuckin' with Rosalyn, I'm back in Atlanta
When I'm in Neiman's, I act like a scammer
Do the Kinect like I'm turning my tenor
Give me a job or the gold for the slammer
I'll tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that's having them bricks
And everything look like I'm holding a candle
Feds disrespecting me, investigations on track
30 million, 20 houses, I ain't thinking about that
Niggas trying to rob me, I ain't tripping on it, I'm strapping
Put a hundred bands on the wind, beefing out back
Came from the bottom, the bottom
Richer than Millie, they watchin'
I done got back in my pocket
Ballin' in Houston like Rocky
Ballin' in Houston like Rocky


I did that, we got a problem
Fuckin' these hoes and swappin'
Jumpin' the roads and droppin'
Donut the roads, I'm callin'
I got the Donald Martin Luther King
Hop on the Donald Martin Luther King
I don't so hard, I go and get the check
They want me dead, just like I'm Malcolm X
Had that ambition from the very start
Pack up that Bentley like I'm Rosa Parks
You get that dirty money, best to watch it
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets
You already know what it is, niggas
Ha ha ha
Yeah
I want to sell back, but I ain't with no motherfuckin' wealth
Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
All you niggas in trouble, niggas
Oh yeah