II Corinthians V-VII

[Verse]
Yo, yo, yo, (somebody [?] up), yo, yo, yo, it's deeper than life, it ain't happen overnight
Stereotypes, I represent for cats that wasn't livin' right
I done spent many nights, watchin' fiends getting high
Smokin' weed, gettin' drunk, watchin' my dreams pass by
The dope won't sell long as we on the block
Son slid through, we shot off his head, and made it hot
And I sped off
Last week, just counted up a hundred of that bread loaf
Then just went and iced out my wrist, yo, I'm dead wrong
All VVS's but the Maybach two tone
These niggas think they're hot, these pussy niggas they lukewarm, uh
I'm about to fuck a niggas bitch with my tool on
Better not walk up in my crib with your shoes on, uh
Put on my slow jams, I'm gettin' my groove on
40 on me, still I'll let you pick out your tombstone, uh
The Henny tell me who to move on
In the crib gettin' money off two phones, uh
Yo, I'm quarantinin' with my jewels on
On the god level, I feel like I can't even do wrong