All Star Team lyrics

[Intro]
I just need my space right now

[Verse]
I'm an all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin', I don't rock, n*gga, f*ck it
Mr. Rock-A-Plain Jane but the Audemar's stompin'
I was always taught, "Boy, you better shoot if you gon' up it"
You could smell the za in Chanel, finna blow a bag
You can't be like me if you ain't never worked the scale
I'm a couple houses down, I'm just waitin' on the mail
I'll break his b*tches, front row, still yellin'
Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I'm God's son, but it's Demons on the Chally
n*ggas think it's sweet 'til they stinkin' in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a fifty
Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers out of Ricky
They let 'em play tough 'til it's time to do a mission
I ain't tryna kick it, I don't wanna talk
Eighty-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft
Forty on a necklace, that's just how I thank God
Had my young n*gga chase him down Tayshaun
She thirsty, got her playin' with it on FaceTime (Yeah)
I'm standin' on the couch, smokin', throwin' gang signs
The vision gettin' clearer, in a different lane now
The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh?
You f*ck bro, can't f*ck me, don't feel ashamed, ma
I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin' and he cookin' dope, out the same pot
From the trenches, I'm the same n*gga, little fame now
The coupe so fast, you can dodge a raindrop
n*gga actin' so bad, he done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot
f*ck 'em, I'll cut 'em down like I threw a spade out
Woke up fresh as hell like I had it laid out
First I went through hell, but I'm gettin' paid now
Poured it out the seal, couldn't find a baby bottle
All my n*ggas trappin', somethin' like my baby mamas
Yeah, I f*ck up a check, I won't even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin' hard? 'Cause a n*gga hate the bottom