Cry Champagne

Look (Niggas know who the fuck it is) Niggas can't fuck with me, look, ayo I'm a rapper now, I had the work in the pot sizzling Bitch down to ride by my side like Elizabeth Can't trust these reptiles, niggas on lizard shit Have a out before you get popped or be a prisoner Money by any means always been what the mission was Sin just to come up on the win, I been sinister Bring a listener into my world, lift weight But it wasn't a curl, fiends treat the work in my palm like a pearl Won't serve anybody, you need a referral When I'm on the beat, it's a homi', I'm keeping your girl On my dick 'cause she been there, made a shift, now we in gear Gold smiling, Stone Island my swimwear, you niggas never been there Far away, all my bars is yay The one like Penny Hardaway, chasing larger pay At the table bagging up bombs, playing some Marvin Gaye He asked me "What's going on?", I said "I'm living the wrong way" (Damn) Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change" Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah) Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never) Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change" Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here) Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life, nigga), ayo, ayo Too many niggas sounding the same, doing the same shit Acting like they doing something different with the same script They in the way, clogging the lane, they lack the range When you level up, some close ones change, sad exchange They don't overstand when your aim's an eight figure bank Spending euros and francs, made it off the shit that I think Came up from an empty cup with nothing to drink Bitcoins bought half a brick, now I'm icy like a hockey rink Stupid niggas crash out like it cost a lot to think The jail and the morgue's full of those, bread or bullet holes What you looking for? Plenty to explore I'm out for greatness in my statements, fuck you, pay me like a hooker bored A lot of these niggas wasn't rhyming right, so I took New York Now smoke this work that I cooked with a fork When son writing, it's a young Tyson hooking your jaw You niggas been lost a long time ago, look at the score I lapped you all, now I'm out in London spending at the mall Bad groupie broads can't detach from my balls Made a transition from selling pill packs in the hall Where life ain't fair, niggas brought gats to the brawl Now I need Basquiats and Warhols on the walls So wealthy, if I ever dropped, the money soften the fall I'm after that, I ain't chasing fame So any time you ever see my eyes cry tears, bet it's Ace of Spades Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change" Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Nah) Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never) Thought to myself, "Shit gotta change" Can't keep up with the God, 'cause you ain't got the range (Fuck outta here) Times was hard, now when we cry, it's champagne Can't fuck with my campaign (Never in your life, nigga)