Morse Code

Really Right My last flip got me thinkin' real estate Them conversations really put me in a different space Doin' dirt in different towns, gotta switch the plates My homie fightin' behind the wall, hopin' they appeal his case Fast life, a good nigga jam, that's the penalty Hit my cell, said he ain't need nothin' but good energy Stand up fella, never fakin' jacks Sent the package anyway, it ain't like he could return it back Hustler tryna advance to the clubs, that's a different sack Rollin' up somethin' a little louder That's for the people in the back Take a loss, never end, get a win, bet it back Close friends, it's all nonverbal, that's how we interact Cribs with high ceilings, Morse code dealings Cribs with high ceilings, Morse code dealings All it takes a few hand signals, like I'm a umpire Flick of the nose mean gunfire Fun fact, the campaign still KONY and that's some bias Regroup the army's artillery, dare you to come try us Models, short stay lovers, all one nighters Smokin' experience, they can't think of no one higher Put the little homie down, that was this month's hire Old school accountant still do numbers wearin' a sun visor Slow grind can be annoyin', just usin' a bum lighter When your lungs dried up, and you got some fire Rap messiah, cream, no Breyers Schemes, Osiris, mean, young tyrants Cribs with high ceilings, Morse code dealings (Boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Ayo Cribs with high ceilings, Morse code dealings (Ayo, ayo, ayo) Balenciaga fur trench, you know who wore it first If the fiend fell out, then you know who work, woo You need a job, nigga, holler at me I'm payin' niggas just to wear my chains, nigga, my neck hurt I'm pushin' 2020 and it's already on, nigga I don't give a fuck no more, nigga (I don't give a fuck) I'm Hollywood now, nigga You ain't seen nobody like me (Uh-uh) I live with both of my baby mamas (Facts) You niggas bums, fuckin' bums I wore this shit three days, nigga, I don't give a fuck, ah We made seven figures, though You ain't never seen me wear the same shit twice, nigga (Uh-uh) And if it was, it was only 'cause I was high, I forgot You know that shit Smoke give me, right? Fourth rope shit Velveteen dream, nigga My third eye see everything Next Royal Rumble, it's just me and twenty-nine fiends, nigga IFC, Griselda