[Intro] f** your time dog Get the f** off my property [Hook] This that house in the city This that house on the beach This that house in a mansion Man this that love on the street This that house in Miami That house in Barbados This that house in a mansion Man this the sh** that I'm made for [Verse 1] I'm smoking islands, and islands without a thought of rehab My fam be pile'n up d** with all the time that we have But you can't blame us its just nature, of growing with such a stranger To what the f** they be talking about, Oh God If I had My f**ing time like a pendulum, then I wouldn't be crazy Now b**h I'm up on late nights, like I was Chelsea lately But get it right boy, this the type of sh** attract police I'm flowing with my hands and your girl is on her knees Man, get it, I rap like this sh** is for the property Like they ain't even tryna eat like its broccoli So I buffet up, getting my f**ing weight up This is my f**ing residence, wondering where they from [Hook] [Verse 2] I've been away from my neighborhood, for far too long And all the women that made it good, are far too gone With no chase of the aftertaste, I'm hitting this bong And telling stories, bout how this oddest monster spitting begun My a** was just in apartments, adopted now I'm in burbs I took some time of the books, but I just keep seeing words
And they keep coming, they keep coming, like a n***a was a perv And now I spit to get the curves, leave a n***a swerving I just call my dealer, to hold a n***a down Working long nights, I don't f** with nightgowns Do it for the n***as that I left back in the town I just do it for mansion that'll hold my mama down [Hook] [Verse 3] City to City they with me cause all the sh** that you go through I put it up on a track, and do the sh** that they won't do Relating to all my go-tos, No you just sit in the cut Hating sh** that I flow to, I f** this sh** in the bu*t Then I gotta pull out, with a full out f** y'all, cause I'm good now, with the hood down Take shots off patron now, when I blow down This type of sh** like a s*ut, or whatever you call a maniac spitting up The deepest lyrics, deeper than what your shirt can be tucked I take it back to the residence motherf**ers were used to Slum appearance was excellence, and the drug we were new too Man that's that house in the city, you couldn't witness on Youtube You couldn't witness the buck shots going off in the view So (Go!), tell me that a n***a won't bank When he spitting from that living, running lyrics like a sink Just to get a little notice from the b**hes that don't think Imma make a f**ing a living in a home from outta state [Hook]