text: Ah, shit, Im just workin in the studio
  Ah, okay
  You miss me?
  Papa
  Callin me Papa?
  I want you, Papa
  Aight , Ill call you right back
  You always talkin about it, uh
  You never makin no profit, uh
  I treat my hoes like a option
  If she talkin and get out of pocket, ooh
  Im livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin about it, yeah
  You always talkin about it
  You say that you rappin in private, yeah
  But I see that you cap about it
  Livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  I changed my color to Nipsey blue
  Your racks, it get small, that shit pitiful
  If you tryna get so physical
  That .45 will make you invisible
  Im livin my life like a criminal
  I call this shit First 48
  I been quiet, theres no one to blame, yeah
  My lawyer said we beat the case
  Im livin my life, celebration
  Im thankin the Lord, I got patience
  Im lovin the way that she take it
  I bend it, I fold it, I flip it
  She bringin it back just to prove it
  Im givin her work just to move it, yeah
  Im livin the life that Im choosin, yeah
  Im gettin these racks, gettin stupid, yeah
  You always talkin about it, uh
  You never makin no profit, uh
  I treat my hoes like a option
  If she talkin and get out of pocket, ooh
  Im livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin about it, yeah
  You always talkin about it
  You say that you rappin in private, yeah
  But I see that you cap about it
  Livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  Pull up with the drum like Im Tommy Lee
  Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
  Milli on wrist, aint no rocks on me 
  Im pretty as fuck, wanna copy me 
  I heard you was mad cause Im poppin as shit 
  Im poppin the pagne and Im poppin that bitch 
  I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip 
  I know they can see, I think thats pretty cool if you askin me
  Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy Rolls
  I love when my lawyer calls, I hate when I run out of smoke
  Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party, oh
  I finish the bottle, dawg, get this bitch jumpin, no Mario
  You always talkin about it, uh
  You never makin no profit, uh
  I treat my hoes like a option
  If she talkin and get out of pocket, ooh
  Im livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  You always talkin about it, yeah
  You always talkin about it
  You say that you rappin in private, yeah
  But I see that you cap about it
  Livin life like a rockstar
  Pullin up, stretch limousines
  To look at me, that cost a fee
  Them double Cs all on my feet
  Pull up with the drum like Im Tommy Lee 
  Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me 
  Milli on wrist, aint no rocks on me 
  Im pretty as fuck, wanna copy me 
  Please dont save my life, oh
  Pull up with the drum like Im Tommy Lee
  Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me
  Pull up with the drum like Im Tommy Lee