Tomorrow

I'm goin' out a real nigga
Bread Winner Business
Shoutout to Baltimore
My H come out of Maryland, see
Bitch, I'm from Maryland (Hollywood banger)

Panoramic roof on my new Altima, no Maserati
Low-key in a rental, boo, so please don't tell nobody
She just tapped her homegirl, "Look girl, there go Luca Brasi"
Excuse me bae, I'm on a lot of drugs, I'm out my body, Lord
I swear I'm out my body, Lord
Look, please don't talk inside the car
This depression get the best of me
I'm in my thoughts, I don't want talk until tomorrow

Rest in peace to Lil Amp
Bottom boy throwin' 4's in the south
Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold's in the mouth
Momma told me never hit a woman, but I bat hos in the mouth
Make the trap roll in a drought
Get the pack gone, I'm in route

Talkin' that money shit, I'm too intelligent
Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket
When I'm in Cali you know I be thuggin'
I've been shot without a bad leg
Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin' on Caress Ave eatin' crab legs
I'm goin' out a real nigga, Bread Winner Business

Panoramic roof on my new Altima, no Maserati
Low-key in a rental, boo, so please don't tell nobody
She just tapped her homegirl, "Look girl, there go Luca Brasi"
Excuse me bae, I'm on a lot of drugs, I'm out my body, Lord
And I swear I'm out my body, Lord
Look, please don't talk inside the car
This depression get the best of me
I'm in my thoughts, I don't wan' talk until tomorrow

Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure
Man need no effort, make the coke measure
Treat the ho special, baggin' coke rebellious
Take 'em to trial, no backin' down
Let Luca come out, the day I'ma smile
Pure gains at the line, all praise to Allah
The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds
Legal tender we tippin' on strippers

That's my way of giving back, stay out my business
Walk like a general goin' organic
Investin' in diamonds they made out of minerals
Hustle my niggas, Starlito, I kill for you
My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews
My grandmother told me that some was gon' love me
The others gon' try to get rid of you

Yeah, my grandmother told me that some was gon' love me
The others gon' try to get rid of you
It ain't been the same (get rid of you, it ain't been the same)
They call me Jesus, I speak the truth
It ain't been the same, you hear me?
Driver

Panoramic roof on my new Altima, no Maserati
Low-key in a rental, boo, so please don't tell nobody
She just tapped her homegirl, "Look girl, there go Luca Brasi"
Excuse me bae, I'm on a lot of drugs, I'm out my body, Lord
And I swear I'm out my body, Lord
Look, please don't talk inside the car
This depression get the best of me
I'm in my thoughts I don't wan' talk until tomorrow

4's in the south
I'm out my body, Lord
I'm out my body, Lord