The Definition lyrics

Hook:
Don't need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the definition Of what fine is
I'm the definition of what the grind is
I heard you lost n*gga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain't no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain't gotta sign it
I'm out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My n*ggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke n*gga lead you

Verse:
My baby momma telling me the fame getting to your head
f*ck that sh*t I been trapping all my life I'm thankful I ain't in the Feds
Bc my brothers we breaking bread
He go against us off with his head
She wanna back it up on a real one
She wanna shake that ass for a real one
That n*gga take trash ion feel em 
I bag em up and then I vacuum seal em
b*tches be telling me I'm they favorite rapper
Street n*ggas tell me I'm they favorite trapper
f*cked up a grow cuz i was on the road
Now my trap house conflicted with the shows
Cooled down on swiping n*ggas made it hot
I done hit every ATM they got
I turned my condo into a dispensary
Clientele steady hitting me
Lil b*tches blowing up my line they tryna keep in touch they tryna come visit me
I remember it so vividly on the Greyhound with a 100 peas
I'm just so lucky they ain't bring the dogs out
Hid a 100 gs in the dog house
My neighbors suspicious they know imma plug
It's time to move cuz they talking to much
I'm tryna keep this sh*t very discrete
Can't have my buiness all over the streets
Play with me I'll leave you dead in the streets
Hook:
Don't need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the defenition Of what fine is
I'm the defenition of what the grind is
I heard you lost n*gga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain't no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain't gotta sign it
I'm out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My n*ggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke n*gga lead you

Outro:
I'm the type to smoke a blunt on the people
I done seen the money turn n*ggas evil
I done seen the money change people