The Mirage

Aye, aye
Coast to coast type shit
My account full of commas, and my heart full of malice
All these marks on my body, symbolize I'm a savage
I don't do nothing basic, I don't do nothing average
Got some big booty bitches prancing around in my palace
Keep some bands in my pocket, keep some bands on my face
Switching out on your partners, you a fucking disgrace
Them boys just getting started, and they plotting on me
Trying to take what I have, such a rookie mistake
If you not getting cake, then stay the fuck out my face
Don't be feeding me lies, I got enough on my plate
If you play with my slime, I gotta put you on skates
Put your body on ice, ship you out of the states
Yo, the stakes is high, I can't be dicking around
Tray day on fire, you can't simmer him down
I put a check on your head, you put to rest in the ground
I make the rest of them bow, where the fuck is my crown

Yeah, aye
Yeah, whoa

Got my heart on my sleeve, you can see it when I bleed
Loaded up with that green, talking president deceased
Treading light with these women, yeah I know they after me
Can't be catching no feelings, that's a deadly disease
I'm that nigga for sure though, leave ya phone at the door hoe
Don't be sharing locations, don't be taking no photos
We don't share information, we don't talk to the popos
We don't do nothing basic, all that shit is forsaken

Okay, the drugs come in handy, and my slug doing damage
Nigga die before payment, then I'm charging your family
I pull up no protection, she pull up with no panties
I pull off in the coupe, she pull off feeling used
I'm doing awful in school, probably dropping out soon
Only thing that I'm scared of, not retaining this cheddar
Motherfuck making D's, and motherfuck a professor
When it come to that cheese, hit your block with that shredder
Met a bitch in the west, say she banging for me
Gave me her ass to kiss, I gave her back to the streets
Yo, to keep it a buck, I'd rather be rich and single
Than to be broke as fuck, with a bitch who be creeping
Yo, the stakes is high, I'm trying to total the numbers
Put them things in the tires, on a Toyota Tundra
Trade it all for a duffel, get the fuck out of dodge
Touchdown in Vegas, turn up at the Mirage

Aye, aye
Yeah, whoa

Got my heart on my sleeve, you can see it when I bleed
Loaded up with that green, talking president deceased
Treading light with these women, yeah I know they after me
Can't be catching no feelings, that's a deadly disease
I'm that nigga for sure though, leave ya phone at the door hoe
Don't be sharing locations, don't be taking no photos
We don't share information, we don't talk to the popos
We don't do nothing basic, all that shit is forsaken