I'll always be me, I'll always be a one-of-a-kind 'til the day I die
I haven't changed, they'll love me to change
'Til the day I-, they carry out in a fuckin' body bag

Cash tryna reach me, I'm blind to the bullshit, Stevie
Wonder why they all so greedy? (Why?)
Pussy, money, weed, I'm slapping Young Weezy
Go, I can move a thousand bags, easy
If they 464, you know I grab 'em from up top (I know it)
No smokin' on the way back, until we make the drop
I threw the chef a stack, tonight I wanted Greek (yeah)
In a six-bedroom home, I just flew in for a week (for the week)
They treat me like royalty but loyalty is rare
Just offed another partnership, and I'on even care (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck drama, more commas
Fried fish and Katanas, fresh batch of Berny-hana
I'm thinkin' in the sauna and playin' Frank Sinatra (yeah)
Before we sit down, you gon' have to make an offer (make an offer)
I chase M's like I used to chase 100K (100K)
The money gets me high, let's run another play (another play)
I told little homies put the guns away
They roamin' streets, like a runaway, you never touched a K (a Glock)
I'm old-school like my OG out in Queens
Money bustin' out e'ry pocket in my jeans

Protect your energy, eye on my enemies
Crib with amenities, all this was meant to be
No one will ever be two steps ahead of me
Nah, they ain't fuck with my legacy (nah, nah)
They ain't fuck with my legacy (nah, nah)
They ain't fuck with my legacy

It's splash city and I ain't talking 'bout Steph
It's the glass on the streets from the windows that they hit (they they hit)
Half a million ship, I should've got a plaque
These are our triple seal, we don't do the devil rap
It's funny how they think that we're in the same league
You're looking at the owner, all them teams play for me (they play for me)
You can't compare, my accomplishments are rare
Split the profit down the middle, business savvy but I'm fair (fair)
Three-karat pair on my pinky cause a glare
We doing great over here, how you livin' over there?
Dior from the feet up, today I'm looking clean
2K for the shirt, shout out Uncle T
I'm the one they wanna be, but they wouldn't last a day
Walkin' in my shoes, cut some pair of J's
I'm out in Saint-Tropez, on my way to Bagatelle (Bagatelle)
I'm soaking up the view, I'm glad he didn't tell (I'm glad)
This life will burn you out, my energy is gold
My eyes on my enemies, this shit is gettin' old (it's fucking old)
Good dude, but my heart is getting cold (brr)
Pressure makes diamonds and Bern would never fold

Protect your energy, eye on my enemies
Crib with amenities, all this was meant to be
No one will ever be two steps ahead of me
Nah, they ain't fuck with my legacy (nah, nah)
They ain't fuck with my legacy (nah, nah)
They ain't fuck with my legacy

Copyright: Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Gilbert Milam Jr.