coincidence (feat. Ab$, Kimo & Dú)

You do what you gotta do with what you got The rest is earned Is it all coincidence? I swear it might be Delta to New York, now we hit Miami Angel on my right and he try advise me Pistol on his side, come together, siamese Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me? And I'll never stop until a million in a week Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep Fat stack, boy, I'm keen to hustle Less flex, I ain't seen a muscle Chrome Heart, you ain't seen a duffle Cold heart, I don't need to cuddle Go -, I don't need a muzzle Big guns, I don't need to scuffle Stand solid, my knees don't buckle My knees don't buckle, yeah Is it a coincidence? I swear it might be LA to New York, now we hit Miami Angel on my right and he tryna guide me Pistol on his side, come together, siamese Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me? And I'll never stop until a million in a week Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep Is it a coincidence they lookin' up to me Fell in love with shorty and she bettin' on me Grindin' on the daily, lately, all I see is green There's broke and there's rich and I'm somewhere in between Demons all around me, but the Deen never leaves Actin' all around me, but I'm starin' in the scene They gon' think I'm Tony, way I'm snappin' on the beat I woke up, made a livin', now I live a dream Livin' the dream, me and the team Don't step to me or you seein' a beam Me and the queen, dressin' so clean We shoppin' at Louis, you scrollin' through Shein I'm scrolling the Gram, I speed in the Lamb I don't give a damn, I see the police and I'm hittin' the dash I live in the present, you live in the past Live fast, you ain't gettin' younger Live a life, you ain't get another All about my bread and butter She was tweakin' so I had to cut her She was tweakin' so I had to go I ain't settle, I wanted more She hit my phone, but I ignore it D&D don't disturb my phone Private flight on the way to Rome God with me, I'm never alone If you talkin', better watch your tone In my bag, yeah I'm in my zone In the zone, yeah, I'm in the bag When I shop, I don't check the tag Louis belt, so my pants don't sag Stayin' humble, I don't like to brag Business man, gotta make it stack YBM, throw it on the flag Big boss, no Rick Ross You just wristwatch you a fossil watch Don't tik tok, I don't spin blocks I got dogs for that G-Wagon is matte black My rhymes slap like Kodak No pictures, no edits yeah I don't need filters Is it a coincidence? I swear it might be L.A. to New York, now we hit Miami Angel on my right, and he tryna guide me Pistol on his side, come together, siamese Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me? And I'll never stop until a million in a week Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep