Albany Bahamas

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber
Praying for me over FaceTime
'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him
Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflecting back by my house
Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road
With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals
And spitting like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44
I'm at the 40-40, tryna find a shawty for me

And soon it's rendezvous and hoes acting naughty, naughty
And not by nature, I drop by paper
I think of times when I didn't have it
Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it
Now I'm looking back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?"
Now they like, "What's happening?"
I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (yeah)
Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it

I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughing, hmm
That's the only time you'll see me dead
I see green and money, I see problems, I see red
So much drama and the stress inside my mind
I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talking tears, used to shop at Sears
These niggas used to pop they mouth but had no heart to see us
Old friends turning into haters and then, we done go major again
I'm in a state of revenge, fuck all that fakes fighting
Nigga, that playing pretend
Ain't no making amends, all light sable play in the Benz like

Finding myself, make mistakes
All the signs don't break
Know that I'm hardheaded
I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down
Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah
Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?
That's what I wonder
I done had my heart broke down
Now you tryna start going down, back there
I guarantee they won't be around
That's why I wonder

Yeah
I'm getting texts from women I had some mess with
Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they texting, "SOS"
Just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with
It's crazy how them acronyms work
I live a good life at Taboo in Miami
It's bad bitches throwing ass at my work
I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwing cash and then splurging
I'm stunting hard, the Cullinan rim caps
Still here scratching the curb, my gosh

I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five
Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies
Nothing like his daddy who be overdriven by design
Late night, fucking stripper bitches, living out of line

Finding myself, make mistakes
All the signs don't break
Know that I'm hardheaded
I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder

If these niggas really are down
Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah
Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?
That's what I wonder

Get in my head, goin' sideways
Everything you said on replay
Get in my head, goin' sideways
Everything you said on replay