Whale Watching (feat. Styles P)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (yeah)

Damn, this shit sound crazy right now

Uh, this shit sound like a Saab

This shit sound like the mob

Sound like hundred dollar bills in a wad

Sound like your shit a motherfucking façade

Sound like you ain't really comfortable with who you are

Sound like your bitch finna get up in my car

Running low on killer, finna run get another jar

I got trees at the studio crib, so I ain't gotta run far

We own all the houses on the block

I'm my own next-door neighbor now

Stack that paper up and found us a way out

Turned a loose sheet of paper to a wrap and used it like a treasure map

Follow the steps, get a Rolex out of that

Flyer than the feather in my uncle hat

Pull up, lay my Chevy down flat, but you know where I'm at

You ain't coming 'round here, black

Get washed, the laundromat

Arnold, that's my homie, we go way back

Told me not to let no squares derail me off that money train

I must maintain, stay on track

All my partners got they own pack

Crazy how weed is the legal track

And the stock market is digital cash

Get it now or be left

NFT, the untouchable cash cow, I'm finna mash out like right now

Nigga got the Superman-colored Porsche outside

Shit is super vibey

Sounds like I'm the shit and you ain't the shit

Sounds like the 23 coupe, still paint the shit

Sounds like I could blow dank in the bank and shit

Sounds like your big homie salutes, I'm outranking him

Sounds like I got a couple spots, make a couple Ms

Sounds like I'm the Alpha Wolf in the fucking den

Sounds like I'm a made man, nigga, fuck the pen

Sounds like another form of drip, you could feel the Zen

Sounds like smoking on the yacht just to feel the wind

Linen shit, loafers laced

I don't play poker, fuck a poker face

Eyes probably closed, that's a smoker's face

Nigga, you could smoke an eighth (go 'head)

Smoke a half, smoke a zip

We be on that Sosa shit, probably bored of most of it (probably)

Nigga, that's a fact, you say no cap, think a salary

I can just snap, my man'll clap, that's a battery

Niggas stole my style, I ain't mad, that is flattery

Niggas talking tough, I don't listen, that is chattery

Oops, I mean chattering

Think about your spine, if it's shattering

Think about your mind, if it's splattering

We don't give a fuck about your family at the gathering

I was in the tub with the French soap, lathering

Probably in the McLaren riding up Madison

Ha, this that Ghost and that Spitta shit

Yeah, this that real, real nigga shit

What?

We'll return after these messages

Gee, I never realized there's so many radio stations

Yeah, but where's the rock?

It's where it's always been, on FM 100

WRNO