Sweepstakes lyrics

[Intro]
Tryna get this sh*t right, man
(Scheme, n*gga)
Uh, ayo

[Verse]
I ain’t gon lie, I dotted my I’s, cross my T’s late
Red eyes, I sleep late, got dead eyes
Yo deadass, I hope you sleep great while I scheme for the sweepstakes
I hope you keep safe
It seems fake, hol' up
Yo, please wait wassup, yo, pay attention
n*ggas'll brush they teeth late, playa, listen, you ain’t missing nothing
Threw a bag at her and you ain't hit or nothing
You mad at her, n*gga all up her ass, she couldn’t sh*t or nothing
How it’s 5 of y’all and 6 n*ggas fronting, I’m tired of y’all
How it’s 5 of y’all and 6 n*ggas running popped it off
sh*t can’t drop it off, the mix feeling funny, not at all (sh*t)
n*ggas throwin shots, bricks, hitting nuffin
You n*ggas bluffin, uh
sh*t, I been thuggin since a youngin, n*gga
And now it's run-ins with the Russians, yeah
Holly who I’m f*ckin, uh
Got in this sh*t a couple years ago
I got with n*ggas who paved the way and cleared the road
Eyes closed, I make it home
To check my phone, you on the way, you can’t be long
I’m on a chase for the guap cheese
Taste like a chop cheese taste, filet mignon
We swap trees, it be a waste
I’m in the streets all camo like A Bathing Ape
I’m in the streets all flannels like I’m saving grace
Hate to say it, dinner with candles, had to say my grace (Thank you Lord)
I hate to pay the hate attention when it’s in my face, hate to listen
Pools and b*tches at a later place in time
My n*ggas in the stu don’t pay for time, n*gga
sh*t, ayo
All my n*ggas is in the newspaper time, n*gga