Intro

Life
Better life
Life after better life

Now Drake might've had October
It's November now, now it's over
Facing four leaves, no clover
Versing the V in the Range Rover

Let me take a step back like Harden
Trust me, I won't miss the target
Six feet down in the love garden
You fuck with the setup, I'm going retarded

Yo jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me
Out the cup, we turn them to history
No Scooby-Doo, they ain't solvent this mystery
Shoot from afar, they call me artillery

Yo jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me
One gust a wind and your prone to an injury
Watch me win or you join on the victory
I'm at your door like I'm fresh from Delivery

This bitch turned 21, now she thinks she is savage
Inch under 5'9, never be average
Blow up your spot like you selling some cabbage (my cabbages)
Money to myself and it keeps getting bigger

How you die with your finger on the trigger
Tommy on the body, go hill go figure
Former rapper in court turns singer
Me and bro like Kanye and Jay-Z

Me and bro like Harden and KD
Me and bro like Bron and A.D
Got two twins that are slim like Shady
Me and bro like Kanye and Jay-Z

Me and bro like Harden and KD
Me and bro like Bron and A.D
Got two twins that are slim like Shady
I'm flexing my shit like a calling card
Mr. do it all I need two to guard
I'm flexing my shit while you falling hard
Dog on my side, barnyard
She know how to suck meat

But can't put her shoes on the right feet
She do what I say like I got a treat
In her head I'm a hero, I ain't miss a beat
Like, now Drake might've had October

It's November now, now it's over
Facing four Leaves, no Clover
Let me take a step back like Harden
Trust me, I won't miss the target

Six feet down in the love garden
You fuck with the setup, I'm gone retarded
Yo, jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me
Out the cup, return to history

No Scooby-Doo, they ain't stopping this mystery
Shoot from afar, they call me artillery
Yo, jam, why the fuck they keep dissing me
One gust of wind and you point to a injury

Watch me win or you join in the victory
I'm at your door like a first aid delivery
Say you're on your deathbed
And you look back at everything you accomplished

Would you be satisfied
Would you be ready to Die