Success

Long time, we back

Whoever want it, they can get it
If man make the money, I flaunt it in Honda Civics
If money make a nigga move different, so be it
A German whip wit the jewels dripping, no reason
I can't floss wit plaques, niggas had it wrong all along
Meet the menace holding psalms in his palms, get clapped
Straight hit with the gospel, it's him again
Who you listening to bars far from hindering
The rap Frank, Gallager, shame on y'all
Busyline on these tracks running trains on y'all, pause
I'm that nice
You taking shots, better act right
Henny sipping sitting with my thoughts of my past life
And what it could've been
If its success, bet I hustle til I'm good again
Fuck all this stress, treat the struggle like a side piece
Riding down Union Turnpike bumping Tyrese
Picture that, with a sip of Jack, my liquor like my woman
A shade of brown, you find me hanging around
All these thorough breads, nigga imagine where the boroughs led me
Long way from the Waffle House with purple Chevy's
Parked outside
When it's cold, niggas still spark outside
The pretty penny bring the ugly truth
In his mothers coupe, pointed guns at you
Screaming "What you niggas wanna do?", move cautious
My crew lawless, style drip like 2 broads when
They stand next to me
Sound like loose faucets
Who's false when, this truth teller meets new tellers
As I make the cream spread
No Blue Bell
I keep much flavor, fuck a hater
Traded the J's for Alligators
Took ya allegations, and made you go ghost
My power statements, peep ya square root
No drive style, this Vitale, what

Simple as that
We on a mission my nigga
Follow me

Look, we lust Success, dimes in sets
Diamonds baguettes, flying in jets
Dodging the stress
A Monday night menage with a sex
Addict and wifey, imagine how I have em nightly
Like these rappers treat my style, they bound to bite me
I'm mixing Crown in Icee's, IV leans
Red solos how I get down, Mylene sings
Drug addicts with thug habits be all around me
You take shots, I call em now B
That's on the real, I chase dreams haunted still
My pace steady
Til my pay steady, keep my plate heavy
For the moments I starved, but I don't show out
Cause niggas never hold the applause, what you know bout
2am calls, full of terror, screams
Whatever it brings, i'm ready
Picture me rollin', heavy on these beats knocking
I keep the volume on max, lines popping
I'll be calling you back in no time



Credits
Writer(s): Ishmael Vidal
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