Everything Allocated

Lyrics for Everything Allocated

I'm back at it once again, niggas thought it was a myth I got pillows in the back of the machine blowing piff Pay cash for the bill, yeah the conversation different Copping assets, thinking ahead for the children Feds hit the block and it ain't never been the same Whoever would've thought that I'd get rich from the shit That I learned in the game, man I fought for this Man it cost for this, everything allocated Look, my money too long to just be worried about a bitch S cargo, might do Paris for the winter Invest a couple million, pull up limited edition I ain't even gotta talk about it, house with a loft inside it Another opportunity, my life so beautiful My stock keep accumulating, you can't low bro me I'm too smooth, stuck thinking Maybachs with no roof Or rough R gray with the stock shoes I'm parked at another spot, sparked and I'm heading out My conversation light unless you talking bout breading out COD, bring 'em out, make sure it's wrapped well Very little clientele but everything so consistent Everything so efficient, know my numbers big So even though my clientele small, touch a mil quick Did it all with no assists, I calculate in my sleep I'm Malcom X with the heat, whole different pedigree I got a smoke room in your nigga crib you never been in A couch you never sat on, you not allowed up in there You can't hang with the grown ups, you chilling out with the big kids The ones who think they like us, but really nowhere near there These niggas acting wizard, all out there in his ear My ex wish she was still here, she reminiscing in tears My Benz windows is clear, you see me chilling in there I'm lounging on a beach chair somewhere where you would be scared I'm rolling in a brown Rolls, nigga Coco beware Chocolate eclair, pre-rolls is prepared Park Yogi Bear, picnic baskets, vintage classics Bentleys passing, security gate, to and fro the mansion I'm having, Nas, Joe and Malcom is mad, man they spazzing Water under the bridge, another million for the kids Fools never could do what I did, my whole crew got coupes with kids AMGs, Brabham C's, hella keys but not to sniff You push a button the roof lift, I left it running front this bitch Eastside, ooh he sick What's up man? What's happening tonight? You're getting old, I almost don't recognize you anymore Last time I saw you, you told me that you Were gonna go to Louisiana, what happened?