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[Verse 1]
Shiny diamonds dangling off of me
Had to boss up like Rick Ross, I got the sauce now look at me
These are all of my decisions these things that I believe
Stick to rapping, ditch the action in the streets
Or I’ll be dead, inside of jail at 23
It’s getting hard to breathe
Hard to see
Pardon me
All the shit I’ve dodged, like Chris Bosh I had to leave
All of my success it’s my call, yup it’s up to me
Make the choice to pick a ball or drown in Hennessy
18 inch chain nearly choking
Shouts out to young Nancy not Pelosi
Need me a bad bitch that’s hella thick like Amber Rosy
Drеams of flying high like I’m Loki
Dreams in 605 bitch I’m local
Give a fuck about any opinion from a soso
Stupid boy your going down a bozo
Saying that you’ll pull up likе you’re Lillard from the logo
Keep it real we both know that you’re really not gon show though
That’s fosho though

[Chorus]
This is not a story got no worries overseas
Bank accounts all over overseas
This ones for them foos that thought they had their fucking hands up over me
Bitch I’m here to stay and we ain’t leaving orderly
Don’t think that it’s over just know that there’s more to see
Never let no man come order me
Lose my train of thought in the smoke of my weekly quart of weed
This is not a chore to me
Fly out to Atlantic, never panic overseas
[Verse 2]
Fuck you thought lil bitch I got the Guap
Move in the traffic, ain’t no accident where we drop
Got the choppa at the spot
Put your ass all in the spot
Put the cash all on that ass and blow your back out, I’m on top
Go back out and then I pop
Chop up geeking I’m feeling like Rico
I got everything for me in this casino
Got two Vs in my chain it ain’t no VEVO
Went d3 to the finals I’m D Bo
I’m heating up bitch, I’m heating up
These are opportunities that we ain’t giving up
Been a couple years since I went at the flood
Been one year since they switched up on blood
They had me thinking that I didn’t have no love
I kept on falling I was down on my luck
Down bad I had that drank in my cup
But now I cash out a check and run it up

[Chorus]
This is not a story got no worries overseas
Bank accounts all over overseas
This ones for them foos that thought they had they hand up over me
Bitch I’m here to stay and we ain’t leaving orderly
Don’t think that it’s over just know that there’s more to see
Never let no man come order me
Lose my train of thought in the smoke of my weekly quart of weed
This is not a chore to me
Fly out to Atlantic, never panic overseas