Yeah, King Push
I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like
What a brick weigh, what your bitch like
Ace bottles and late models
Niggas happy with the base model
Fashion god from fake model
They follow
I'm the culture, KRS in the roadster
Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker
My bitch got the poker face, she a soldier
Might let you fuck just so she can show me the safe
Yeah, I did live through drug wars
Open suicide doors
Fuck the bitch on mink floors but it ain't enough
Yeah, seen the war on these tours
Porsche paying 'till I bought
Yeah, I partied off shores but it ain't enough
Motivate or I can be a menace
You got two choices
I got one chopper, I'm hearing voices
I'm seeing visions
These Rolls Royces in arms reach, I come creep
These snakes are poisonous
It's the perpetual lifestyle
Look at the watch on me right now
Bezel blinding like a bright cloud
It's a drug dealer's dream
Everything that I say is everything that I mean
Let's weigh it up
Check, kilogram on the neck
Money, power, respect
Real shooter's on deck, but it ain't enough
Yes man I just got the text
She's just waiting, undressed
Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain't enough
Everybody get the tech
All you niggas hit the deck
Bitches think he got next, but it ain't enough
Haters still wanna test, but I just say "fuck the rest"
Always gave her my best, but it ain't enough