Lyrics

Real gold, Mansa Musa
I like her; she a cougar
You can't come fuck my mood up
New car, don't need no tune-up

Plottin' on that bag
I feel like Plankton in that bucket
One false move, and that's your ass
I show these chains 'cause you can't touch it

Why your math ain't addin' up?
One wrong move; you out of luck
Want the smoke? Then drop your nuts
Smith & Wesson to your guts

We can go to war
Just put some maggots in those cuts
I control the board
Just like a faggot, you get bust

I ain't good at math
But I'm subtractin' you, lil' boys
I can't feel no static
You just talkin', makin' noise

Had to take a break from rappin'
I've been stackin' my lil' coins
Keep askin' me what happened
You and Amaury was just boys

All I know is put that work in
All you know is steroids
Never asked you to be perfect
I just pray the shit is worth it

Looked inside and found my purpose
Looked at you and seen you worthless
Every bitch I get be perpin'
Askin' God why I deserve this

Only thing that I deserve
Is an early grave
But I keep makin' songs
Tryna be like Nino Paid

Told this bitch can't change my ways
Teachin' hoes I'm sensei
Block a dumb bitch out my life
Like Mutombo

Tryna get rich
My pockets thick; them bitches jumbo
Niggas keep on hatin' on my songs
I'm havin' fun, though

Feel like Sonny Liston, throw a punch
Right at your jawbone
Send a pussy nigga to the spittle
Make him call home

Feelin' stupid rich
I'm finna call you from my car phone
It's hard for me to miss
When I'm up close; I shoot like carbon

And bae, I get so high
Look around like what the stars on
The way I lose my mind
I feel like Drake; I'm just too far gone