Aye, picture me covered in gold
Niggas don't see it, I bet they believe in the way that we rockin' the shows
Give me a reason to snap on a nigga, I swear you would think he a joke

Findin' my bein' and try to see if I'm believin' the life that I chose
And now I'm on the rock with these shows, but then I'm on the road
Shawty givin' good brain and I can tell she a A & B honor roll
Don't like havin' no friends, stay away gang, cause I can't trust a soul
Thinkin' that she finna tropics, like weed she exotic like I got designer hoes

Don't try to tell me you been in the mix
He tryna slide on the base, I guess he not knowin' that brodie not safe for shit
Bitches not knowin' they role, they outta control, she mad that she stay on the bench

Nigga not 1ten for they bros, switchin' for money and hoes, yeah they lame thena' bitch
Me in the back, I'm just peepin' and wonderin' why that exists
Yeah, and now I'm destined to be great
Got that hatred out my heart and got new bands all in my face

Prayin' to God that he can take away these demons in my way
That I was hoopin' but nigga I'm rappin
Hop out the coupe, let me know where the action
Do all this shit for the love and the passion

This shit don' save me from all the distractions
Be your own people, not helpin' the magic
You blow up then niggas like damn bro what happen
I always envy nigga who hate on the hustle and niggas don't even know why
We in the makin' leave everything taken
To the haters we tellin' them bye and lettin' it fly

Aye, picture me covered in gold
Niggas don't see it, I bet they believe in the way that we rockin' the shows
Give me a reason to snap on a nigga, I swear you would think he a joke

Findin' my bein' and try to see if I'm believin' the life that I chose
And now I'm on the rock with these shows, but then I'm on the road
Shawty givin' good brain and I can tell she a A & B honor roll
Don't like havin' no friends, stay away gang, cause I can't trust a soul
Thinkin' that she finna tropics, like weed she exotic like I got designer hoes

I got love but I can't give it
Hoes will cheat on you and run back to you
Man, fuck that, I'm finished
Tired of that back and forth and fightin'
Baby, this shit not tennis

I told my nigga Dizzy, no plan B
We start it and finished
Pour my cup up man I need my lean
I sip it too slow

Aye, 24 shots at his body
That boy went beast mode
I hang with the real wolves, real killers
Mama, you know I'm a son of a sinner

Too much lean, it's fuckin' my liver
Serving these J's like it's time for dinner
These hoes like to fight like Jerry Springer
My phone on D&D, straight ringer

This chopper turn a nigga to a singer
Put that shit o his face, eczema
I'm on that 50's shit
I'ma get rich or die tryin
I did what you did, so stop cryin
No more love they keep lyin'

This the Dream Adacemy, BITCH !

So how you feelin' about the album, bruh
Man, we not even done yet, That's the problem
So you gon' play the new shit?
Play that shit, Spin it back