Me and my shawty can do south of France
And we can adjust when the flight is departing
I got turnt up and turnt to a target
I lost diamonds I've found in my carpet
It's Marathon music
I think I can run one in my garden
I do road when the money is calling
I got hittas, dem chilling on partridge
It's a marathon, they ain't disheartened
Up north, they sell bine for the cartridge
And they all address me as R-kid
Empty barrels, they make the most noise
Why you think they ain't tired of talking?
Feds onto the case after all of that charting
I'm starting to feel like Bin Laden
32s to the 762s, them teeth evolved, I feel like I'm Darwin
You focus on eating, they think you a joke man
Who they think, I'm James Corden?
Had to pay with the pain, didn't get no shortcuts
I ain't get me no bargain
It's only right they eat Calamari
I feel like I'm only just getting started
They draw me out and I still can't brush it
