Fortunate Paroles

Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause I'm a G.O.A.T. in the roadster, sandlot
Big dawg, baseball, sniff' it 'til your face off
Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod
This is thirty for thirty, out the six-god
Everybody Thanos 'til you show up with a hit squad
Brick squad, ten-seventeen out the trunk
Timbaland know the chopper go bra-rum-ba-bum-bum
Billie Eilish, I go stylish, Ivan Drago
Wrist rocky, nigga, I go viral
Suicidal doors up, touch the Eiffel
On a cross next to Yeezy like they crucified you
Michael, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Michael Myers
Grab the mic and I'm a killer for hire, man
On the freeway, dippin' with IMA
Don Cheadle when I'm grippin' the iron, man
Yе

I'm him, I'm him
I'm, I'm, I'm him, I'm him "Since his momma passed, he ain't been right" (Been right)
Rich nigga shit, this a different life (Different life)
Shit too cloudy, where you get your ice? (Get your ice)
Old school Audi, man, that shit nice (Shit nice)
Two joints hangin' off the balcony
If a another bitch give me The Alchemy
Tell me this her favorite book what I'm 'bout to see
What, what, what, what
How many niggas had it out for me?
Did you tell your girlfriends that you down to leave? (To leave)

You so fortunate
'Cause we doin' it big, notorious
You so fortunate
You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it
You so fortunate
She the drink champ, she Nore'd it
I could tell, I could, I could tell (She the G.O.A.T)
I could tell, I could, I could tell

Ayy, I'm so fortunate
I put the stars in the ceilin' like a ornament
Yeah, hour-glass body so proportionate
I'm under thirty with a thirty like the Forbes and shit
You know I'm with The Game if all my niggas throwin' up the letter B (The letter B)
You know I'm with Ye when I say it ain't nothin' that you tellin' me
Make a white nigga switch his PornHub to ebony
I went from barrettes in the Chi' to keepin' that Beretta clean (Beretta clean)
Like fuck a bank, I count it like calculators
We movin' one step ahead of you, every move calculated
Don't ask me about the opps, we slid, they evacuated
You come on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga
Big Dreez (Big Dreez)

Timbo the king
Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for a month
We kept a sixteen to two

I told her give me neck like flamingos
Tú tienes novio, Numinatti lingo
Diamonds like a stripper name, star like Ringo
I'm with Ye lookin' for a Christian to mingle
Gray sweats, mink coat
They gon' see the AK-47 talkin' all that jazz, I'm Kirilenko
Last night, I was in the Chi', sippin' Barefoot
How I end up all the way in Paris with a pink toe?
Just got a passport, ain't even ask for it
When you run around with Ye, he got the cash for it (Cash for it)
Balenciaga in the living room (In the living room)
I ain't even open the box yet
Boxcar, box cutter, got these niggas boxed in
What you expect from a nigga out the projects?
No contest (Contest), I told her, "In bed, I'm Embiid
You just gotta trust the process" (Process)

You so fortunate
'Cause we doin' it big, notorious
You so fortunate
You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it
You so fortunate
She the drink champ, she Nore'd it
I could tell, I could, I could tell (She the G.O.A.T)
I could tell, I could, I could tell

I could tell, I could, I could tell
I could tell, I could, I could tell