When I Make It -

I wonder if she’ll get naked, When I Make It

To all the blogs that didn’t fuck with me, I wonder if you’ll fake it,

When I Make It

A different day but the same shit, with the crew getting faded, When I Make It

But Really though…

I wonder if she’ll get naked, When I Make It.

Ay!

I tried to tell ya that we bout to rule the world

But I ain’t satisfied until I’m fantasy drafting all my girls

And I’m touring around the world off this music shit

I ain’t happy until they all know who this is

That stoop kid hooligan

God forgive 'em, they ain’t know he was the chosen one

Yeah, got haters dappin' like they know someone

Yeah, its just me and my dawgs, on occasion breaking the law

This ones for the girls that think they knew me at all

Hit decline when I call

So don’t cry when I ball

But it ain’t no love lost.

There ain’t any at all

Me, I’m on to the next shit

Trying to flex on my ex chick

While I’m getting brain from my next bitch, in that new whip

Just trying to keep shining like I’m Stanley Kubrick

When I make it, I’m gonna get a crib bigger than Obama’s

I can see the future, I’m gonna be fucking up some commas

When I make it, I’m gonna do this shit right

I’m gonna live the fucking life

Emily Ratajkowski, type of wife

Hope you not the jealous type

Cause you know you missed out

If you ain’t realize before, I hope you getting it now

I wanna know how you feel, I wanna know your regrets

I wanna know how it feels when they tell you I’m the best

Now that’s some real shit homie

I ain’t worried bout shit homie

I know Illuminati got me

When I make it, know these labels gonna try and profit off me

Now I ain’t care about the blogs until they got it all wrong and started

posting some weak shit

Me and Urb on the Stoop, that shit they can’t compete with