The Beach

The margin is wide (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all better call TY tell him come grab that (Between hood rich and wealth) Before I forget what I was doin' with that (Stack up your paper) Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with suckers back then And I still don't Still stoned, still on (In this bitch with this heavy ass chain) You more concerned with them hoes than yourself That's detrimental to your mental health The margin is wide between hood rich and wealth Separate it bro, step up your paper I heard you stressed out, you been missin' payments They talkin' about you bad on them gossip pages Same ones who celebrated Sell you out later Sell you down the road for coins that was only silver and gold plated That shit wasn't real But the consequences really is Somethin' you could feel Shit producin' tears, wasted years Wasted game in the ears of a lame Start applyin', instead of cryin' and whinin' 'Bout who else shinin' and how you ain't got it I don't come to pity parties I'm out there gettin' it, shorty They open that shit up for me Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari Slidin' through the lobby all my chains on My ex-bitch saw me, started talkin' My current lady walked up on me Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer (Layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer) Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with fake bitches back then and now I still don't (Capo) Goin' back and forth with these bars like a predicate All this water on I can't tell you how wet she drip They gonna dry your mother's eye if they come through wettin' shit I tell you the whole story but you niggas know the rest of it (you know the story) The back of the back it got seats like a craftmatic Runnin' through these dirty streets where they blast 'matics He got hit up in his car, he tryna breathe like an asthmatic I was always ready for the beef when I had static (I'm ready) Now give me room, the cars big like a yacht, bitch I don't smoke cigs but there's a SIG in the drop (I got it) And watch for your safety because this trigger don't lock (uh-uh) The first nigga that move, that's the first nigga gettin' shot They open that shit up for me Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari Slidin' through the lobby all my chains on My ex-bitch saw me, started talkin' My current lady walked up on me Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer (Layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer) Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga Still stoned, still on Said I don't fuck with fake bitches back then and now I still don't Eastside "Do I know you" "I don't think so" "No, why you smilin'?" "Why are you smilin'" "I don't know" "I know who you are, you Americano" "Yeah" "Yeah, Augusto would like to see you immediately "Huh?" Augusto would like to see you"