Haha

Call my phone, it don't really matter the time
If you mean something to me
I gon make sure you're fine
If I decide to help you
Don't waste my time
Only going up, I gotta cross the finish line
Once they see how I win
They want a piece of my mind
It only be free for my fans
Do what I can tonight
We going up, alright
Everything I make, my type
Yeah it is, I know it's fire
Do everything
That I desire
I got the kicks
I got designer
I'm doing this shit till I wanna retire
I might go, Spit on the track
Show everybody that I can rap fast
If I go slow, I do both
In the studio, do the most
Run that back, this my track
I know every word off that
They will respect what I do
Hear my talent, know it's true
You think you can rap like me
Ha ha ha on the beat
I'm into comedy
But that joke was real weak
I don't have to show nobody that I freestyle this
Don't ever have to flex, just look at my diamonds
Spaceship blast off and I go to the stars
I'm tweeting at Elon to take me to Mars
I need a homie to pull this shit through
So I know all of my dreams coming true, ooh
Look what we do, all my homies we bout to let loose
Hustle mentality made me some money It made me like 70 grand
If you want conversation, about all the money that I spent
You will probably be disgusted
Cause that's what you're paying
In a full year's worth of rent
Starting to understand
Don't need the clout or the fame to have fans
They might say they like what I'm doing
But I know they don't
My real ones always have my back
Even when I switched for a bitch
I can never fall down cause I'm rich
If you are my homie, don't snitch
Unless you want me to think that you're a bitch
Don't act shady
You can't
I might just be a champ
I will never relax
Until these records get sold
Practice makes perfect I know that I'm starting to be worth it
If I don't like you, send a text, then I will curve it