The Beach

The margin is wide Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hood rich and wealthy La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with suckers back then And I still don't, still stoned, still on La-da-da You more concerned with them hoes than yourself That's detrimental to your mental health The margin is wide between hood rich and wealthy Separate it, bro, step up your paper I heard you stressed out, you been missin' payments They talkin' 'bout you bad on them gossip pages Same ones who celebrated sell you out later Sell you down the road for coins that was only silver and gold-plated That shit wasn't real, but the consequences really is Somethin' you can feel, shit producin' tears Wasted years, wasted gain in the ears of a lame Start applyin' 'stead of cryin' and whinin' 'Bout who else shinin' and how you ain't got it I don't come to pity partners, I'm out there gettin' it, shorty They opened that shit up for me Said I was sorry for the Wraith, but not for my Ferrari Slidin' through the lobby, all my chains on My ex-bitch saw me, started talkin' My current lady walked up on me Introduce 'em to each other, neither one was salty Matter fact, they was sweet on each other We laid up in the crib on the beach for the summer Laid up in the crib on the beach for the summer Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with fake bitches back then and I still don't La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da Capo Goin' back and forth with these bars like a predicate All this water on, I can't tell you how wet she get They gonna dry your mother eyes if they come through wettin' shit I'll tell you the whole story, but you niggas know the rest of it The back of the 'Bach, they got seats like a Craftmatic Runnin' through these dirty streets where they blast 'matics He got hit up in his car, he tryna breathe like an asthmatic I was always ready for the beef when it had static Now give me room, the car is big like a yacht, bitch I don't smoke cigs, but there's a cig in the drop And watch for your safety because this trigger don't lock The first nigga that move, that's the first nigga gettin' shot Said I was sorry for the Wraith, but not for my Ferrari Slidin' through the lobby, all my chains on My ex-bitch saw me, started talkin' My current lady walked up on me Introduce 'em to each other, neither one was salty Matter fact, they was sweet on each other We laid up in the crib on the beach for the summer Laid up in the crib on the beach for the summer Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with fake bitches back then and I still don't La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da Do I know you? I don't think so No? Then why you smiling? Why are you smiling? I don't know I know who you are, el americano You're young, this is not my fiancée, Anita Really? Yeah, Augusto would like to see you immediately What? Augusto would like to see you