text: What Juicy say? He be like
  Shut the fuck up!
  Yeah, yeah, hahaha
  King
  I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
  Dont understand my decisions so I dont need your approval
  Im a motherfuckin villain just like you see in the movie
  But Im still a motherfuckin hero, stay lowkey like casino
  In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes
  Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin on Pino
  And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
  With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep
  I see the line between em, man, they aint actin a genius
  Fill up arenas, promoters, we take thеy ass to a cleaners
  Two decadеs straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
  A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me 
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Where real niggas move things on private planes
  I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
  Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
  Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
  Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
  Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet
  Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
  Man, I been beefin with my daughter, man, Im dealin with shit
  And a lot of my niggas contemplatin, goin killin some shit
  I put my bitch out like Im Martin, in my feelings and shit
  Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Where real niggas move things on a private plane
  And you know I was trappin, workin at an early age
  Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
  Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin big gas
  Lookin for me, I been suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
  Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin business
  And drama, we aint goin back and forth bout the riff raff
  Nigga talkin, nigga big cap, I wont listen to em
  They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for em
  Aint never been a pawn, always been a king
  And I aint never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck em
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Where real, niggas move things on private planes
  I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
  Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
  Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
  Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
  Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet
  Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll