Albany Bahamas

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber

Praying for me over FaceTime

'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him

Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflecting back by my house

Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road

With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals

And spitting like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44

I'm at the 40-40, tryna find a shawty for me

And soon it's rendezvous and hoes acting naughty, naughty

And not by nature, I drop by paper

I think of times when I didn't have it

Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it

Now I'm looking back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?"

Now they like, "What's happening?"

I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (yeah)

Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it

I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughing, hmm

That's the only time you'll see me dead

I see green and money, I see problems, I see red

So much drama and the stress inside my mind

I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talking tears, used to shop at Sears

These niggas used to pop they mouth but had no heart to see us

Old friends turning into haters and then, we done go major again

I'm in a state of revenge, fuck all that fakes fighting

Nigga, that playing pretend

Ain't no making amends, all light sable play in the Benz like

Finding myself, make mistakes

All the signs don't break

Know that I'm hardheaded

I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down

Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah

Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?

That's what I wonder

I done had my heart broke down

Now you tryna start going down, back there

I guarantee they won't be around

That's why I wonder

Yeah

I'm getting texts from women I had some mess with

Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they texting, "SOS"

Just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with

It's crazy how them acronyms work

I live a good life at Taboo in Miami

It's bad bitches throwing ass at my work

I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwing cash and then splurging

I'm stunting hard, the Cullinan rim caps

Still here scratching the curb, my gosh

I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five

Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies

Nothing like his daddy who be overdriven by design

Late night, fucking stripper bitches, living out of line

Finding myself, make mistakes

All the signs don't break

Know that I'm hardheaded

I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down

Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah

Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?

That's what I wonder

Get in my head, goin' sideways

Everything you said on replay

Get in my head, goin' sideways

Everything you said on replay