Right Now

I’m in the club right now…

Squad going up right now…

Can’t feel much right now….

Throw it up, touch down…

I’m in the cut right now…

I’m so numb right now…

Getting a buzz right now…

Throw it up, touch down…

I, don’t fumble the bag, I get to the cash, that’s on me…

I’m humble but brag, my shawty throwing that ass on me…

Y’all don’t do that much, and all that talk is cheap….

I, don’t fumble the bag, I get to the cash, that’s on me…

It’s been a hell of a ride, witnessed so much that I can’t be surprised…

Most of these people got evil intentions, that is something that I ain’t letting slide…

Used to be broke and would pray to the sky, how I ain’t make it yet, I wondered why…

I put the work in, now I’m on the rise, destined for something that’s not nine to five…

Yeah, chicken wings with the fries, me and my baby enjoying our night…

Grateful that I really found me a queen, I’m no longer dealing with women with spite…

I see the vision it’s clear like a sprite, grind in the dark so I shine in the light…

People that were on the honor roll back in the day, really grew up and fucked up they life…

Yeah, that can’t be me, I am the life of the whole jamboree…

Only involved, If I’m making money, If that ain’t the case, then I gotta leave…

Most of these fellas are Jokers and that ain’t a good thing unless your name Heath or Joaquin…

My eyes maroon like Adam Levine, I want a million nothing in-between…

Aw shit, look, y’all fucked up and let me tap in…

I’m not cool with none of y’all has beens, y’all don’t have the same type passion…

Yeah, look, aye what I got I know they lack it…

What y’all make that’s on my jacket, Each song that I makes a classic…

I’m sitting pretty, 478 I’m the king of my city…

Learned how to hustle from fifty and Diddy, my brothers stay with that green like a hippy…

Started with nothing I had to get busy, I’ve been a real one since I was a kiddy…

Race to the money I’m feeling like Ricky, Killing my liver and I’m feeling dizzy…