Without a destination, really
I'm an ever-spinning top
Whirling around
Till I drop

Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to

Yeah
Los money
Big check
And that's the label

But the family
Yooooo
Hey
It's we the committed

No matter the city
You know how to get it
Then we fuckin' with it
Hands on with the business

Dow Jones with the digits
Dial tone if it ain't about riches
Safe to say they did it
These niggas done brought out the menace

First it was all about business
Okay, so fuck it
I'm all in my feelings
Let's talk about spending

A pretty lil' penny on linens
I think I'm lusting for luxury
Bad, bougie bitches fuckin' me
Head on the table

She say, move the cutlery
All in her navel
I'm pushing a Sega
While pushing the neighbors

And smoking on flavors
Making plays in a skyscraper
Cause I'm still hood like the mayor
Check out the flavors

All these layers of drip
Feel like the man of the year
No, they can't stand me for real
They diamonds came in the mail

And you can tell
Fuck it o well
My soul ain't for sell
On my Libra scale

I done weighed up some bales
Know what it's like
Just to make it to fail
Trying to make M's

Taking them L's
Thought I got robbed
How I stay myself
Even old and retired

I won't pay for no help
And I thank God
No more cases in jail
Free all my niggas

Probation as well
I swear the vision is clearer
I look in the mirror
And on my face

I can see wealth
Im making it happen
Rapping or trapping
I'm safe on the road

Like a seatbelt
I'm an ever rolling key
Without a destination B
I'm an ever spinning car

Whirling around
Let's talk about getting it
And stacking it up to the ceilings
Save the Fetty

And fuck all the feelings
We was ready
When no one was willing
I'm trying to be more

Than just Po to
My children
I'm pushing the P
To get more for my children

Planting seeds
Hope they grow with
My children
Like how to get closer to God

Cause if I die
These hoes ain't gonna notice
My children
They making it rain

Niggas thinking
We rapping for fame
They don't know
This my way to keep sane

And they keep me
From doing this shit
On my brain
Like fill up the tank

Break in the bank
Make my escape in a plane
And leave behind
Nothing but traces of change

And if I get caught
No apologies
Tell them fuck it
We coming from poverty

Didn't play mother may
See we had to just take
And ask for the forgiveness
Like father please

And I know this word
Got a lot of me's
Determine young men
With a lot of needs

But I got some mouths
That it gotta feed
So I'm at the pot
Like I gotta pee

Can't hang around
We ain't apostrophes
You want a lot of cheese
I want the lottery

We only there
Cause we gotta be
They glorify the streets
Nigga we tryna leave

And I know that
There ain't no stopping me
Like the stars
Shining down

That keep watching me
All this darkness
Surrounding ain't blocking me
So I'm shining far

As yo eye can see
Remember me
And we the committee
No matter the city

You kno how to get it
Then we fucking with it
Hands on with the business
Dial Jones with the digits

Dial tone
If it ain't about riches
Safe to say they did it
These niggas done brought

Out the menace
First it was all about business
Okay so fuck it
I'm all in my feelings

Cause I'm an ever-roaming
Without a destination, real
I'm an ever-spinning car
Whirling around

Dial tone