They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (You sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stichin’ is
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
Swerving through the lanes, serving niggas cane, still ain’t never hit a pothole
If I was Brittany Griner, I’ma need Obama, only one to swap us Chapo
Furthest from the streets, Monica Denise, good bitches fuck with Rocco’s
Put ’em in them cars, hangin’ out with stars, now it’s hard to tell they not hoes
Your codefendant claim immunity, it was you and he, how’d you not know?
Unless he leaving court in a Bentley Sport, just to meet you on a yacht though
Understand the art of war, all my niggas draw, so we all Picassos
Me just being me, respect to PnB, I’ll probably never eat at Rosco’s
Million ways to live, million ways to die, millions stuffed in an auto
Million ways to wash it, million ways to stop it, pray for me ’cause we not though
Best believe I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work and a hot stove
Bet and took it all, prayin’ that he fall, no more questions ’bout Gestapo
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
Niggas tried to sneeze at the blessin’, “how could I just leave” was the question
Whistleblowers left me no choice, ain’t no referees up in heaven
No mistaking me for the reverend, ushering the money my confession
How your pastor whip a Rolls Royce? That was me pre 9/11
Look at me post Armageddon, walkin’ with my dog, I am legend
The grass is greener on each side, I done been both Mason Bethas
I done been at both end of sections, I done poured Oceans Elevens
Even when the well ran dry, I done raised quotes in the desert
Tried to hide the dope in the message like we did the coke in the Lexus
Same hands I used to whip work, see me turn ’em both into blessings
AMG the spokes for the extras, only way to cope with the pressure
When you feel you went too deep, let God take the wheel like a Tesla
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (You sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stichin’ is
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
