Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh

Red dot up on his head like the Rockets logo
Ancient pockets, spend this bread, I double back to SoHo
My empty pockets full of meds, tell the feds I'm long gone
I got love just for my fans sellin' out my shows, though
Devil in the red dress
Lay him, he on bedrest
Spin the block on shark time, we gon' get him deadlift
I could get yo' head blitzed
Baby got her legs stretched
Shit, I used to nickel, dime
Prayin' for a simple time
Manifesting don't decline
Get paid for these simple rhymes
I don't got no social time
In the street, be so sublime
My head's right in the clouds, ain't got the local time
My diamonds doin' dances just for you and I
They say GUCCI get it bad, but that boy done fell off
Come tell 'em do a wellness check, I never been too well off
Uh, wonder how they'd feel if I would sell off
These niggas be my son, take the belt off
Should I wait 'til I shine?
She like killing the vibe
Let me test out your vocals, let me tweak out your spine
I been shippin' in postal, it'll be there on time
You should see what I see, vision clear this time
Shit, I talk to my demons
Why I walk with this heater
Like Paul Walker, the reason
I stay buckled, I need it
Like shout out to Anita
We bakin' the pies
I can see the future, you just gotta realize