Lovely

[Intro] Squad... West get the money [Verse 1: Gatsby] I remember back in school, niggas thought I was a fool For my snapping, but I just kept on rapping and now they think I'm cool But fuck it, they say that the meek shall inherit the rule They thought the real was drowning, but now I'm jumping in your pool And girls jumping in my jeans but back in 06 man a bitch wouldn't let a toe tip In my prescence now they wanna be my blessing like my palms clasping at you That's the Sunday before Easter, Preacher get me a pilot Or Ponticus, I'm flying high till I can't fucking function Dropped outta college still kept my class My ex dropped her new nigga but she still kept all that ass And I'm still trying to get past on how my cousin passed My past keeps the future a present, I just wrap the grass Working my ass off at the bank, banking for these sessions Trying not to hit the 8 ball, my verses be Sean Penning No Carlito, Gatsby baby I'm just tryna find my way No Pacino, but that green light at the dock like a brick of yay Motherfuck what a fucking critic got to say I said I was the truth and thats still to this day And I'm out with my day 1 niggas, chase figures We done outdid them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Dropped the hottest shit yeah I did that, nigga dig that Where your fucking hit at I split that then flip that Cause tryna be the best sound outta Tampa like tryna to sell an insomniac a motherfucking dream, don't sleep Niggas talk about all the shit they bring to my table, but they got empty plates when they come thru, don't eat Uh, cause whenever they cue percussion If they talking who the best nigga I'm the discussion Say you betta dog, I got a line for where your brain is Put your best foot forward that's a trap like where your Cain is You tripping nigga, I ask these niggas where they lane is Then I come thru and bulldoze it nigga it's been over Nigga you been bogus nigga I been focus Window of opportunity for you man that been closing Then I come thru and burn the house down, bow down Niggas talk bout they squad now get down, lay down Cause I done worked thru so much trouble That when champagnes around I learned to prefer the bubbles I'm talking suit jackets, ascots and investments The music shit is just the last piece of the puzzle I did this shit effortlessly but cats still slept on me Thought I was falling off till I hit that brick wall And woke up, guess nightmares wasn't sold separately Nigga ain't shit changed Gon say the name and these bitches still scream hallelujah Gatsby still spit flames Illuminati chain gang that's that damn name, what's it to ya