Hands in the air if you've been broke
I seen millionaires making bread
That's the end goal,
Private jet, benz o
Can't see through the window
So if I die I pray to God he bring me back as Sim Dope.
verse 1
Sim dope, 9/11 rim spokes
Back when it was college I woulda came up with crib notes
Teacher say he got a problem dealing with the tempo
But you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes.
bridge
Don't see the roof, that's German auto
JC le Roux, one thousand bottles
I see the truth, this the land of promise
Call me the proof, I'm just being honest.
hook
verse 2
Sometimes I look at my mother I think of what could've been
Imagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen
My daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran outta steam
Reputation was damaged but never ran outta dreams
That's why I talk in my sleep
Fortunately my esteem is awkward
For people who're awfully talkative in the streets
Especially if all the talking is cheap
I got the recipe, making peace with my enemies
my conscious is clean.
hook
verse 3
I'm in this bitch with Mandela
They pull my name out the envelope
You should fuck with the winners
You got some buzz from your single
But that's just luck for beginners
I'm coming back in another life
Just to stunt on your children, aah!
Drop top for the summer time
Proposing this toast
Focused on goals like I'm number nine
Everyone of these flows my foes gon' analyse
Eyes closed while I fantasise
Nice clothes on my jewelry
Ice cold like Savanna Dry
Power moves being strategised
So if I die, I'm leaving behind some real doe
Or bring me back as Sim Dope, still hope
Hands in the air if you've been broke
I seen millionaires making bread
That's the end goal,
Private jet, benz o
Can't see through the window
So if I die I pray to God he bring me back as Sim Dope.
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