No man fall, we all crutches I dancehall, I blame Dudus I don't smile, the chain blushes In my Ukraine, there's no Russias Kalashnikov, don't piss me off Walk down with the Special, turn your grizzly off Memory off, memory loss Put the fire out in a nigga attic, turn his chimney off Simply boss, the cross between God body and John Gotti No Sammy the Bull could tell where we hide bodies So why try me? My young niggas going kamikaze Frank White, meet me in the lobby Shooter's got a bullet with your name on it Always got a method to my madness, bring the pain on it I will leave a stain on it, make me go insane on it See me with the gang so you know I put The Game on it, Push Drugs like we got a membership These are the keys you cannot start a engine with Mario Brothers, we stand on bricks So many extendos, it's like I'm the third member of the Clipse Pharrell, why would I ever lie to you? If it's beef, I'll pick your baby mama up, and your son Strap that lil' nigga in his car seat, make her drive to you Draw you out the house and let both them go Balenciaga mask on like, "Where'd COVID go?" Walk in Delilah's forty-deep like I own Death Row Say it with my chest, wearing no vest, though Aftermath in the rearview, so I drove for you Without the chain, without the ring The one I bought with my advance when them ounces came What 50 look like doing the Verzuz without The Game? Earth, Wind & Fire, Ron Isley without the cane? And where would I be without the 'caine? Probably the same place Aubrey Graham would be without Lil Wayne Same place Kendrick Lamar would be without Sherane Same place Michael Jackson'd be without Jermaine The Jackson Four just don't hit the same We the new dope, take that Fentanyl out your veins First thing I did was cut it when them couches came Sold all that rock and still wouldn't vouch for Dame Okay, I'm really one of them, chains, got a bunch of them Brunch with billionaires, they look around like I snuck in here Plus I smell like money from my skully to my underwear Couple diamond chains with some diamond chains up under there F and N with hollow tips, I ain't with the politics Screensaver was a room filled wit' a thousand bricks You know how I'm coming, boo, make it hard to swallow it If you 'on't see me shining, bitch, you need a optometrist Leather all year 'round, color coffee brown Always with my dog like I'm Charlie Brown As far as the style, this shit is hardly found I got the Holy Ghost, somebody calm me down This for street niggas who ain't got they first Rollie This for drug dealers who know when 12 patrollin' This for real bitches that know when niggas be phony Crime pays the most and you niggas can't afford it Tony Alimony, married to the streets Her ass fat, legs bony, the J's know me 'Cause I used to have glass on me, and strippers know me 'Cause I come and throw cash on 'em, slap 'em like a bag, boy (yeah) And when I take her on a date, she need a passport (uh) I got her ass done, I got her what she asked for I told her to bring her friend, I'ma pay for her (pay) Then kicked her out the group chat, she had a Android This sample sound like auntie on the dancefloor (auntie) It sound like a hundred pounds in the bando (bando) It sound like a fucking coupe filled with ammo It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah) It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (yeah) It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse Riding through Compton, hitting switches with the ass out You're much too good for me

Yeah, King Push I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like What a brick weigh, what your bitch like Ace bottles and late models, niggas happy with the base model Fashion God from fake model, they follow I'm the culture, KRS in a 'Rosta Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker My bitch got the poker face, she a soldier Might let you fuck just so she can show me the safe Yugh! I did live through drug wars, open suicide doors Fuck the bitch on mink floors but it ain't enough Yugh! Seen the world on these tours, Porsche paying 'til I bought Yugh! I partied off shores but it ain't enough Motivate or I can be a menace, you got two choices I got one chopper, I'm hearing voices I'm seeing visions, these Rolls Royces In arms reach, I come creep, these snakes are poisonous Oyster perpetual lifestyle, look at the watch on me right now Bezel blinding like a bright cloud It's a drug dealer's dream Everything that I say is everything that I mean Let's weigh it up Check, kilogram on the neck, money, power, respect Real shooter's on deck, but it ain't enough Yes, man I just got the text, she's just waiting, undressed Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain't enough Everybody get the tech, all you niggas hit the deck Bitches think he got next, but it ain't enough Haters still wanna test, but I just say, "Fuck the rest" Always gave her my best, but it ain't enough

Yeah Been lucid living in dis muhfucka Aye Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wilding Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Riding wahoo Im on the road I remember staring at the closet with no clothes Tampa Tee you see me now Im rapping on boat Used to eat at Gyros, why you think they call me goat Yeah manifesting help me get me closer to my goals Selling out had my doubts Fire Rob My Will I call it suicide, im to scared to take my life I just did a show with nova, back on point like porcupines Reaching Zenith, guess im dreaming, eye is like a crystal ball HAN Seeing future, i was the one who was hiding his face Stone medusa most of you rappers be hiding ya waves Like a durag, used to tuck the blue rag Bundled up my merch, they askin urkel "how he do that" Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wildin Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Ridin wahoo Im fuckin tieeeed Of working for a business Got me running checks up like a doctor doin a fitness Bitch i do this for the culture ima do this for my children Im talking bout the niggas who be copying my image In a Hyundai, hotbox in the whip, right in broad day Why you actin hard pussy nigga this ain't Broadway Im a fashion killer, gun walk down a runway Peons looking at me like dis nigga went the wrong way Nikes on, SB, tell me who gon check me Pockets swole, fetti-chinni i got cheese, i ain't cheap if it impress me Im applyin pressure like the bleeding getting messy Tell em not to test me Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wildin Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Ridin wahoo

Ayy Tell Ayy, got one? Ayy, tell On a spell Purple jet Purple jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I spent two milla on where I rest I got two hundred up on my neck Dual exhausts like Twin Towers On that Carerra I cause a jet Please call 9-1-1 You know this a Turbo S Still got the scale, nigga Feel like I'm Virgo-esque I might fuck up a check on her If we kick it, David Beck on her That's my Becky with the good hair Say King Push done went left on 'em All designers, not a problem Ask Desiigner, I signed him (true) Billboard's a jungle gym Sat back and watch 'em climb 'em It's Nobu on his charter Crab roll starters (no chopsticks) Main course was from Malaysian open waters Apollo jets, you just jet smarter Love the money And I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check (check, check) I'ma go cop me a TEC (TEC, TEC) Milly gon' cop him a TEC (TEC, TEC) For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Ballin' hard like the Lakers Givin' bitch nigga no favors You gettin' hit with the razors He gettin' hit with the shaver Ballin' hard like the Pacers Niggas talkin' like they raised us None of 'em raised us I'ma get right to this paper I'ma get right through this paper Run through a check I'ma go die for respect Bitch nigga hit like the ref For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet

Hey, so I really wanted Juice to be on the mixtape But I couldn't, uh, get it cleared in time But, everytime you play this track all the way through All the streaming proceeds go directly to social work So, run this back and play it all the way through Uh, again, I really appreciate you guys being here Since day one and uh, yeah, album is comin' real soon Ah!

The highs and the lows The highs, the lows I'm an emotional rollercoaster (ah) With highs so high, could put Bol Bol on a poster (mm) But when the bread get low like four loaves in a toaster Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia Some days I hold a grudge, some days I Holy Ghost her Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to The crib feel like a gunfight, but them strollers, that's the holster (huh) We can make amends over old memes and mimosas My mama know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it Whether it's sandpaper, suede linen Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmalade-ing it The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed My blankets concealed my blade in it, emotional seesaw With two fat motherfuckers with strong knees in free fall (huh) It's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I checked the weather I gave all my vices a call, let's get together To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs No need to hide disguises comin' down Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (eyes on the road) And you feel your back's on the ropes (with your backs against the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (yeah, yeah) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (you're runnin' out of hope) Lookin' for the best way to cope (for the best ways to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (badmon) I was feelin' lifeless, I had to cut my vices (I had to) Now the feelin' that I feel is priceless In the spirit, want me to be righteous But I know I might just relapse, get sucked in these devices Got so used to feedback, I couldn't tell what mines is (word) Sometimes all the outside noise just really blinds us Beware (facts), believe none of what you see and half of what you hear (right) The best things in life on the opposite side of fear I swear I see it clear, like after the storm Still, you can't stop the rain like the Loose Ends' song My word is bond like James, yo, I couldn't complain (nah) 'Cause even when I did, niggas really couldn't feel my pain (uh) That's the type of shit to drive a nigga insane Wanna be numb, now your thumb back flickin' the flame Back to square one, tryna overcome what you became Like they was right, I guess you're never gon' change, I guess you never gon' When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (your eyes on the road) You start to feel your back on the ropes (your back 'gainst the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin' out of hope) And you lookin' for the best way to cope (the best way to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs (the ups and downs) No need to hide disguises comin' down (comin' down) Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down Buck, buck, buck, brr, Chano Chance The Rapper, Josif Badmon (yes, yes) You done know this Big up to the youth dem All the youth dem worldwide (all the youth dem are the truth dem) Yes, and the most high, praise the most high Chano Fuck Mussolini with his dead ass Fuck, fuck, fuck

Wait, kringle bells all the way Ayy, on your heels, girl make that shake (shake, shake, shake) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh And tryna tee up Christmas day Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (shake, shake, shake, shake) Got 'bout three hoes on the way Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh, ayy Legs up Hello, kitty (hell yeah) I wanna prove (ah yeah) It's cuffing season (hell yeah) But you got a man (yeah, yeah) Tell him get (spread up) I'm in the spirit (yeah, yeah) So who's is it? (Say it now) I don't play (legs up) See my face (hell yeah) Have a seat (oh, yeah) Make a plate (hell yeah) She can't wait (yeah, yeah) Still awake (spread up) To open gifts (yeah, yeah) It's Christmas Day (say it now) Ayy, kringle bells all the way (all the way) Ayy, on your heels, girl, make that shake (I make it shake) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (up on my sleigh) And tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas day) Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way? (All the way) Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (on Christmas day) Got 'bout three hoes on the way (I brought them away) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh I'll keep you close, howlin' in snow Call your Santa Claus That's what Christmas for Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) Tell them jingle bells all the way (up all the way) Bells are hangin', damn they shake (and make it shake) I got three hoes on the way (up on the way) They tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas Day) Just tell me which floor, should I get off? And I'll be right there to set it off I'll be right there to deck the halls Either your love or none at all And your presence is a present for me For Christmas or just because It's either your love or none at all Either your love or none at all Christmas Oh, I love Christmas Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year I buy Christmas gifts, but just, just 'cause you're supposed to, Jesus Autotune that for me Jesus Consumerism Jesus' Birthday I swear to God, if you leave my raw vocals like that We not friends anymore Autotune my shit and put them Put them Travis Scott effects on my shit

Yo, It's the return of the gifted gift-er The secret Santa grab bag sifter The Grinch sled hanging off the ledge Dead lifter The best thrifter The tear jerker The Santa's little helper Employee of the year worker The smile bringer The joy inside the child lingers The boy inside the crowd proud he's a loud singer The whole choir The bowtie-er The snow plow and the snow tires The coat buyer The "Aw you shouldn't have"-er The Birkin Bagger The gifted rapper They told me it's the thought that Counts but really It's the count that matters Accountant hacker Bank amount countin backwards a thousand smackers It's the return of Chris Kringle that piss singles That shit tingles Sending checks twice cause the names on the list wrinkled My chips Pringle My chips bingo My green mean go Your green means slow It's the young born again Good hood ornament With a little chicken like a Cornish hen Amazon ordering Cohiba importer Evergreen watering Wrapping all night will he ever bring the chorus in Fire place bright like I threw ten menorahs And ten more kinaras and a whole fucking forest in I'll buy the doll and the mall that the store is in I'll hide the presents and the dresser and the drawer is in My dog doin moves he said "this shit is on the floor again" Feds was on his trail but he got 50 names in Oregon I bought cases bigger than the suits that you see Lori in James still sitting but I'm sending a Delorean Look it's Mr. Christmas Bonus Mr. Made his brother's bands, Mr. Nicholas Jonas Mr. big cahones But bigger heart that's where the homeless' home is The home alone kid Its the return of Kevin McCallister The Swiss Mister The hot chocolate mixer That gets pictures The big, big cousin miss-er The quick fixer The Wiz Oz big blizzard, the big gifter