Sirens

Hey guys let's get lifted

It's hard to get higher than the penthouse

I take her home, let her take a nap

But it's the morning time so she been out

Baby what's your omlette game like?

Hit it out the park so she probably came twice, tulo

Cocky but trying to remain nice, you know

That when someone's alright I give kudos

Lately I've been depressed with the state of the game

So when stating my name

I proceed with that's that nigga who's next

That presidential's got me feeling like obama

All goes, she calling me daddy, absent father

I would get her name, by why even bother?

She knows who I am, so this is in her honor

Ask me what I regret, I exhale and tell you 'nada'

She search my name on google, got my number so she holler

Dappin' iman at the knicks game

Snipe rappers then I switch lanes

Fourth quarter and it's a big game, I'm isolating homie

Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah

Venue all packed, hands in the air

Heads bop cause they bumping my shit

And we about to go off like sirens

I'm like a ball player who is in his prime

With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime

But this is what I got, and in the meantime

I'm going off

Caesar salads, bluewater grill

I'm too real still

Got on this groupie shit, I think I could get used to it

I'm dumb enough to do this shit

No other girl could stand a nigga and his foolishness

Skizzy and his new assist

G's on the jewelry

Excess goonery

Hit the club with my niggas, straight tomfoolery

They ask me, "is this cool with you?"

I told them, "this is cool with me"

Got some money so I'm stunting to a new degree

Y-3 stars spending y3 money

Roll that cree up for me

Now thats y3 homie

It's full time so we killing everything we touch

Fly boys so we getting every girl we lust

I'm on the cusp of greatness

It's going to take some time, some work, and a lot of luck

And some love cause I don't get enough

And if it's not money, we not giving a fuck

Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah

Venue all packed, hands in the air

Heads bop cause they bumping my shit

And we about to go off like sirens

I'm like a ball player who is in his prime

With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime

But this is what I got, and in the meantime

I'm going off

1-3-5 This is how my prime feels

Will I live up to the hype? Only time tells

Nouveaux riche until I die that's what I'm screaming out

These are the simple things I think about

Growth spurt, you could never overlook the kid

Had some other plans, chose this instead

Bottle service when I roll through

Coming swinging like the fucking count is 0-2

Cause they know me, cause they know me yeah

Venue all packed, hands in the air

Heads bop cause they bumping my shit

And we about to go off like sirens

I'm like a ball player who is in his prime

With these rhymes, they claim that their flow is sublime

But this is what I got, and in the meantime

I'm going off