Coming to the right place
Spittin' up them dope rhymes
In the club shit faced, lost track of my mind
Shots go down at quick pace, Ciroc's chilled at all times
Every night's repeat, you got yours I got mine
Coming to the right place
Spittin' up them dope rhymes
In the club shit faced, lost track of my mind
Shots go down at quick pace, Ciroc chilled at all times
Every night's repeat, you got yours I got mine
Every one hold up your cup
Celebrate you know we made it, I might kiss the sky
The skyline lights shine off of my limo painted
Black, everything black Italian leather windows tinted
Glisten diamonds off my wrist
It's just a dream about that life we living
You know I kill it, I'm going to win it
Express delivered, city's on it's grind
I smell that purple through that double zipper
Coming to you soon, no backpack or an era fitted
Still littered with illicit shit bitch
'Cause I like things that are permitted
So sleek it's a crime, unique as rarest of wine
Sativa greener than Greenpeace
I'm smoking reg' as the tides
Don't lie, no other guy could rise
And take you as high up to this occasion than I
So let's have a toast to the night
'Cause I'm a, a big stunna'
Head turner who'll push further
Canadian kid with that pen to commit murder
No you can't handle this heat
You're not the quickest of learner
I'm lining six shots on the table bitch
Don't even need a burner
'Cause I'm stuck within these confines
That are in my mind, a lyrical mine
Spittin' up the gold an platinum that I might find
Taking cities by storm, let's make this place look alive
Just give me till nine, you can bet your life we'll do it right
'Cause you truly never know
When I've been tripped off to blow
Amount of times I've stopped myself
I'm thinking God only knows
Should I go slow, save my ego
Maybe chill out and compose
Fucking joke, bitch I'm the bomb I'm blowing up like C4