It ain't no more reminiscing, ain't no more judging, no interwishing Tell me why I'm living, why am I remaining here? I'm smoking scotty but not pimping, I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch I told my dog I'm riding, whether he right or wrong I done got big, they record my life through a drone I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone She like, how the fuck you ain't never wrote a song? Same reason your finance ain't never worth on You ain't ride for life, then I'd just rather ride alone I taught you a spot, now you all never gotta go Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't schnooze on it It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie If you can't beat him, knock it out of him If you gon' kill him, better not be sloppy I taught my daughter keep one in her head, she ain't gotta cock it I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body I told my son he's a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body His driver name Joe, but he still can't do his sloppy I just hopped up out that Ghost, I've been driving her dead body I ain't really into nothing, but I spin it like a hobby I was locked inside the truck, didn't think about it, but I got out it Now my car's a closed exotic, I ain't 6'9", but two hoes with me right now, you can call me shawty I been dropping all my vicks, and now the FBI won't stop me Got this shit on fire like a taki, nigga I don't smoke a scotty, but I pimp it I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Yeah, they complimenting my new Rolls Royce TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus Spirit of ecstasy, got me feeling so blessed, you see I told my bitch I was bout to ghost you, I'm Trestle Tree Half a million dollars on my dogs and all my cars Couple of millions to my mama and my pa Got the sniper on the roof, a nigga's tryna act hard I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar Mack, black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am We gon' make us a pornstar video, no cam I came up just watching my pop gang with my food stamps I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with traps Baby, we stamp, just for that, I'ma call you ma'am Got that T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the cam I got that sheet sweat, pick that lil' bitch up Then I slam her like I'm from BX Then I fold her up like a crown, yeah It was thug, then I came to the light I was porn, now my dogs suicide I don't know how to make it right, right Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light I don't care about you leaving me, I Got no time to try to make it right I just hope you find another life Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right Show me that I'm bad, I'm finished here But still no fear, yeah Ain't no more reminiscing Ain't no more judging, no intuition Tell me why I'm living, why I'm living, baby I was smoking scotty when I pimping I told my son I left that shit to the ceiling