text: Too rich for who? Yall just got rich again
  Who grips the mic and likes to kill they friends?
  Ive never been the type to make amends
  If shit was at a eight, we like to, we like to, we like to—
  Yeah, if shit was at a eight, we like to make it ten
  1da sent this in, Im goin up all the way
  I dont like to talk when theres nothin else left to say 
  Drizzy bout to drop, the game is in disarray
  Id tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day
  Your sister is pressin play, your trainer is pressin play
  Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— 
  I gotta breathe real deep when I catch an attitude
  I got a whole nother level that I can tap into
  Max said they only blessed when they attached to you
  The only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin to 
  And the product is still the best though
  Its only good in my city because I said so
  Just to fit the estate man, I had to Copperfield like presto
  Voilà, tada 
  Never a matter of could I? or should I?
  Kiss my son on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye
  As luck would have it, Ive settled into my role as the good guy
  I guess luck is on your side
  I guess luck is on your side
  All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye
  Hold on, hold up, but I—
  Miss makin em pay
  Helipad from Will Smith crib straight to the stage
  Three Forum shows but I played Staples today
  The neighborhood is smokey, yall stay safe in this place 
  Drizzy bout to drop, the game is in disarray
  Id tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day
  Your niggas is pressin play, your nanny is pressin play
  Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— 
  Had to go and hit reset, now we here
  I been on top for three sets of three years
  I cant be around the niggas you minglin with
  I cant fly if I could sit on the wing of that shit 
  I try to pay it less mind
  They been keepin tabs on me like Im payin next time
  I think I sense a little fear from the other side
  White vans parked across the street, real subtle guys 
  Yeah, never a matter of could I? or should I?
  Kiss my mom on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye
  As luck would have it, Ive settled into my role as the good guy
  I guess luck is on your side
  I guess luck is on your side
  All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye
  Hold on, hold up, but I—
  Hahaha, I cant argue with you, no! You mad!
  Look at you, you mad! You big mad! Haheheh
  Im happy! Leave me alone!
  I just want some money, a lot of money
  I dont get paid to argue with you
  No! Who is you? You aint nobody!
  You mad