Illusions of Paradise

I'm counting these blessings and stacking these racks up, I found me a plug in the tropics
Whippin' the foreign, my lil' bitch, she foreign, and she like the way I be ballin
Ball every season, man, I'm the real reason, I keep me a knot in my pocket
It's a marathon I'm runnin' it up, these niggas be hatin, keep talkin

Palm trees, black sand, but my mind's still racin
Diamonds on my neck, they cold, keep them all hatin
I done came up from the bottom, now they tryna catch me
But I'm in Saint Tropez, eatin' good, livin' fancy, yo
My homies never told, yeah, they solid like gold
You run up on us, we slide, we stickin' to the code
Pockets on swole, watch them envy the growth
This lifestyle got a cost, but I'm payin' the most
I got the Cuban in the swingin, watch it, he like the sun
Money like a marathon, I'm never done
I'm rollin' up some exotic, yeah, I'm chillin' in the shade
Livin' fast, but this Gucci keep me feelin' real laid
Take a top off the coupe, watch me speed through the night
I came from the struggle, now I'm high on the flight
Back to back whips, yeah, the garage lookin' packed
Bad bitches on me, all my exes want me back damn

I'm counting these blessings and stacking these racks up, I found me a plug in the tropics
Whippin' the foreign, my lil' bitch, she foreign, and she like the way I be ballin
Ball every season, man, I'm the real reason, I keep me a knot in my pocket
It's a marathon I'm runnin' it up, these niggas be hatin, keep talkin

I'm too deep in the game, no lookin' back, no lookin' back
Feelin' like I'm Kobe, I never lack, I never lack
Countin' up the bands while she lay on my lap
She wanna play with me, I never get trapped, I never get trapped
Paranoia on my mind, got me clutchin' the strap
Got my homies by my side, yeah, they always got my back
Illusions in my head, but it's life feelin' real
So I keep on grindin, gotta stick to the deal
Drip too heavy, I can't drown in the lies
Cruisin' through the city, smokin' on loud when I ride
They smilin' my face, but I can see the despise
Money make them love you, but it's hate in they eyes
Feelin' like I'm floatin, I'm holdin' the weight
Seen too many switch up, gotta separate
Vision blurred from the smoke, but I'm still wide awake
They dreamin' of this life, but the pressure I take

I'm counting these blessings and stacking these racks up, I found me a plug in the tropics
Whippin' the foreign, my lil' bitch, she foreign, and she like the way I be ballin
Ball every season, man, I'm the real reason, I keep me a knot in my pocket
It's a marathon I'm runnin' it up, these niggas be hatin, keep talkin



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Writer(s): Anton Mccutchen
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