Well, close ya eyes and imagine
I’m in an industry where the caps on the camera’s never closed
And every move you make is more likely to be exposed
By the females who walk around with they tops off– no Amber Rose
Now Griffin, where is my commode?
Shittin’ on these niggas
It only takes but so much for me to paint the perfect picture
Hollywood life beautifully put together
This that Hollywood, uh, consider this shit forever
Now my bankroll tank full, hate it or get wit it
Got uno, so I’ma live it till this shit’s no longer vivid
Feel sorry for the muhfuckas who missed it
Jenna send ‘em my best wishes
Last year felt like Ramadan,
Olsen twin pressured
Checkin’ my pulse again
Definition showin’ like I got gladiator armor on
Now I got people walkin’ round with they honor on
Telling me I’m the right kind of wrong
I look outside my hotel window
We all on the same mission
And everybody listens
Continues to keep a distance
They knew it all along that I’m the new resistance
Sicka than Tarantino
Now why everybody quittin’?

I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
I got this game on lock
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Now, whatcha gonn’ do?
I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
Y’all betta call the cops
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Cause I feel it

I said you niggas have got this game figured out all wrong
You think that’s how you do it, huh?
Ya city lights is the candle lights– guess you blew dat, huh?
My city lights is the camera lights– guess you knew dat, huh?
It happened overnight, now they like, “Who dat, huh?”
This what my feelings sound like
My music prescription is sayin’
I’ma be livin’ foreva
In a position that just sound nice
Like the message these doctors be givin’
They listen, convinced after every sentence
Wantin’ to hear more
They’ll hear more in the Fillmore
Film more in the cut like peroxide, so they kill more
Germs; the germs equal the stars
The shit that’s inside of germs, determines on who you are
Visionary can take you far
They say when you wake up, that’s when the dream begins
I hope it never ends– then life wouldn’t make sense
And ever since I made it, I stop makin’ cents
Not knowledge, but that thing that help me make my friends

I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
I got this game on lock
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Now, whatcha gonn’ do?
I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
Y’all betta call the cops
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Cause I feel it

Yea I do it all, I do it all for y’all
I know it ain’t the same but I’m just tryin’a give you more
Now, would you miss me if I found another?

Music, would you miss me if I found another lover?
Hey now
Is this what you all been waitin’ for, huh?
Now that’s it’s here you can’t take no more
I’m just givin’ you what you ask for
Success on the countdown– blastoff snitches
This is the last call
How long you think you could last for?

I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
I got this game on lock
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Now, whatcha gonn’ do?
I ain’t gonn’ stop till my time drops
Y’all betta call the cops
Whatcha gonn’ do?
Cause I feel it



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