I just took a test, it sounded like my shit go stupid Lil bitch, I got like 10% more left on my to-do list I roll back with my old car, it's a group, it's name is Lucas My mom's out with my old girl, frat grenade that pussy, boom And I took that flight and got a payback, man, this shit is so taxing I set goals and bid it like Jackson Black on black, my shit from Pax And you not fire, homie, just guessing phone Going through my IG, top requests, these hoes Trippin' like banana peels, I'm raining up in Dunkey Road Uh, pussy ball like Joe Rogan, take your phone away That bitch tryna get photos, dropping me logo Tipping on four-fours, back to the bathroom Permanent racks, I'm getting my plaques, I'm paying the tax Your pocket is lighter, so we'll never match No square in my circle, no time for all that Ride around the city with the motherfuckin' pros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, decide what tends to go, yeah Whipping cutlets, cars, and Rutgers, but I'm on that Visa Mean I'm fuckin' with you boys, you acting like a diva I'm cutting that track and I'm rapping and getting that bag But I'm missing that Terminal 3 I just quit the pack and I'm still good If you want the smoke, you can get it like Bella Hadid I don't do that violence, but coming me crazy I might could be Jordan your ass, I promise My biggest motivation is my dad or some kid saying that shit was trash I count it, I count it, I count it like I cannot sleep And I'm counting the sheets on my bed I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds And the tree that would grow on my head I ain't seen the famine a couple of months It's been 22 months, that shit's almost two years I promise that when I come back to Jakarta That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built My neck is a mortgage, she got a iPhone But don't got no storage 550K for the deep with the crib It's 4 million, never gon' drive in no Porsche Maybe a Tesla, ain't got no guns Not by the drop, no bands, but no Lambos That shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic How the fuck you hate and resent me For doing and trying my best I don't remember your birthday But I know my bill and address Que sera, sera, la bitch Maybe this life is not fun as you think I never look at my phone when it ring I ride around the city With the motherfucking bros Driving till the sun is up This hour tends to go Whipping cutlets, causing ruckus But I'm on that Visa Me not fucking with you boys Here acting like a diva I ride around the city With the motherfucking bros Driving till the sun is up This hour tends to go Whipping cutlets, causing ruckus But I'm on that Visa Me not fucking with you boys Here acting like a diva