Yeah
I'm currently in lockdown
I'm making no moves
I need to hit the studio
I need to get back in the groove
I remember back in 2016
I was planning my career
Ain't no one believed in me
Now they all give me cheers
Yeah
Funny how shit turns around
I hear them screams now
It's that season for me now
Fake ones show me love now
They tappin' my phone now
Tryna get the lyrics
You can mind your own business
'Cause it's 6am in Paris
And I'm feelin' the vibe
Might just get my boys together
For a late night drive
It's that kind of feelin
Yeah, we sippin' and we chillin
Take this beat and fuckin' kill it
Makin' bangers by the minute
Look at my bank, lot of digits
Look to the top, sky's the limit
Out in Paris, we get lit
So tell me why would I quit
On the highway
Shits a party
Got one with me, she a shorty
She get down, yeah, she get naughty
Look at her face, she a hottie
How you make it but you still got all of your friends
Had to clear my phone 'cause the fake ones wanna make amends
But I guess that's the trend
They show love but it's pretend
They always act like your best friend
Till you ain't got shit to spend
Now it's encrypted end to end
Type on WhatsApp, press send
Tell my boys I'm on the mend
Ain't no funeral to attend
And I'm sorry if I offend
But I got some shit to vent
So if you give me the next verse
Then I promise I'll ascend
I'm reaching new heights
It feels like I'm on a fucking plane
Them motherfuckers can't touch me
They're out there hangin' with the lames
And I'm putting them all to shame
I got too much game for this game
And that's my fuckin' claim
My last album was acclaimed
I cannot be tamed
I'm comin' off them chains
Hard as a fuckin' rock, might change my first name to Dwayne
Lyrical talent like my nickname is Wayne
Beginning of my reign and my bars fall like rain
Hit the ground running and I get them all jumping
Top notch bars, gotta count for something