Never Fly

Hop in the Lambo and talk about my old cars I got a new girl, talk about my old bras

I got some new clothes, old ones in the old garage Money comes, money goes, tell me how I feel, dawg

Please don't get me started, I'm so damn sick I couldn't tell you if I caught it

Either you gon' quit or keep going, it's your option Either you gon' die or keep growing, it's your option

Smiling at my grave, thinking bout the roads I paved All the owners I done made

Where the fuck the ceiling go, I think I broke that shit again

Ain't no joke for me, bitch, I'm Tyreek Nigga, ain't no fucking ghost in me

Cut all of my hair off, I'll be back and spend some lonely months

How the fuck y'all sharing all that weed? I want the lonely blunts

I sit up in my studio, can't give a fuck bout lunch