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[Intro]
Wasn’t I good to you?
Cardo got wings

[Chorus]
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

[Verse]
I can’t make no fucking promises
Lifestyle getting out of control, lifestyle getting ludicrous
I made a milli’ in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit
Typed it in like, "How to make a milli’" I used to google it
Savannah just wanted to see me perform
And got hit over stupid shit
I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone
They don’t know who the shooter is
You never know, never feel untouchable
I touched your soul, made you feel so comfortable
If I let you go, I would feel so skeptical
Unacceptable but I still gotta let you know
Yeah, that I can’t make no fucking promises
I can’t make no fucking promises, I can’t make no fucking promises
Yeah, lifestyle on the road, sheesh
Used to always want a Rollie, now I want a new two-tone gold Patek
Yeah, we couldn’t go to Phillipe’s
I had to be on that corner until it was morning
So me and my niggas could eat
I be the one with the sauce, I never thought it was sweet
I got my foot in the door
They never gave me the key, I had to turn to a key
Even when I was a boy
I was the man in the streets, I was the man with the heat
I was a beast, sheesh
He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me
Damn, but she can’t keep no fucking promises
Shit, I’m coming with a lotta money, money comes with a lotta shit
Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" and that’s a lotta hits
Slo-mo in my videos, when the lights out, all my diamonds hit
Something ’bout blue faces, I like money conversations
Whole lotta 20’s that’s basic, nigga, fuck it, I’m shameless
Can’t fuck with a snitch nigga, if you get caught, don’t say shit
Have you ever met another nigga like me? I bet you won’t say shit
I went from rags to riches
I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face
I hit the baddest bitches
It’s sad but I had to curve ’em the same day
I treated them bad
I wouldn’t be mad if I was to get treated the same way
So treat me the same way, same way, same way
I was a savage to you
I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side
I swear if I ever left you in the cold
It’s cause it was colder inside
Look here, I swear if you ever try to leave me alone
I hope you don’t turn to a thot
Most of the niggas that call me only hit my phone
Because I get money a lot
I be the one with the throne
You say you gon’ take it but nigga we know that’s a lie
Even before we was on
The money was long and we used to fuck up the spot
Bitches was singing my song
I knew I was on, right when I bust down a watch
Niggas was hating before and they hate on me now
But don’t know what to say to me now
I was gonna do it to her, but I don’t really wanna use her
Keep giving excuses, when we really gonna link up?
Even if I sound stupid, I’ma say what’s real to her
Even if she not truthful, fuck it I’ma still be good to you

[Chorus]
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

[Intro]
Wasn’t I good to you?
Cardo got wings

[Chorus]
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

[Verse]
I can’t make no fucking promises
Lifestyle getting out of control, lifestyle getting ludicrous
I made a milli’ in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit
Typed it in like, "How to make a milli’" I used to google it
Savannah just wanted to see me perform
And got hit over stupid shit
I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone
They don’t know who the shooter is
You never know, never feel untouchable
I touched your soul, made you feel so comfortable
If I let you go, I would feel so skeptical
Unacceptable but I still gotta let you know
Yeah, that I can’t make no fucking promises
I can’t make no fucking promises, I can’t make no fucking promises
Yeah, lifestyle on the road, sheesh
Used to always want a Rollie, now I want a new two-tone gold Patek
Yeah, we couldn’t go to Phillipe’s
I had to be on that corner until it was morning
So me and my niggas could eat
I be the one with the sauce, I never thought it was sweet
I got my foot in the door
They never gave me the key, I had to turn to a key
Even when I was a boy
I was the man in the streets, I was the man with the heat
I was a beast, sheesh
He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me
Damn, but she can’t keep no fucking promises
Shit, I’m coming with a lotta money, money comes with a lotta shit
Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" and that’s a lotta hits
Slo-mo in my videos, when the lights out, all my diamonds hit
Something ’bout blue faces, I like money conversations
Whole lotta 20’s that’s basic, nigga, fuck it, I’m shameless
Can’t fuck with a snitch nigga, if you get caught, don’t say shit
Have you ever met another nigga like me? I bet you won’t say shit
I went from rags to riches
I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face
I hit the baddest bitches
It’s sad but I had to curve ’em the same day
I treated them bad
I wouldn’t be mad if I was to get treated the same way
So treat me the same way, same way, same way
I was a savage to you
I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side
I swear if I ever left you in the cold
It’s cause it was colder inside
Look here, I swear if you ever try to leave me alone
I hope you don’t turn to a thot
Most of the niggas that call me only hit my phone
Because I get money a lot
I be the one with the throne
You say you gon’ take it but nigga we know that’s a lie
Even before we was on
The money was long and we used to fuck up the spot
Bitches was singing my song
I knew I was on, right when I bust down a watch
Niggas was hating before and they hate on me now
But don’t know what to say to me now
I was gonna do it to her, but I don’t really wanna use her
Keep giving excuses, when we really gonna link up?
Even if I sound stupid, I’ma say what’s real to her
Even if she not truthful, fuck it I’ma still be good to you

[Chorus]
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, "You ain’t like them other niggas who rap"
I said, "I know I ain’t"
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

[Verse 1]
I was on LSD when I saved that family
And I was on LSD at all the talk shows after
‘Cause Jackie slapped me at a family party last year
He mumbled something
I mumbled something back
Neither of us said anything after that
Neither of us said anything after that

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Verse 2]
Back at school I was anxious
Played it cool
Let other people do the stressing for me
I’m a fool to feel anxious
When something dies that’s it
It’s dead, I gotta let it be

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Bridge]
I guess I’m older now
I guess I’m older now
I am caught in between who I am
And who I’m supposed to be
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Intro: Tay-K & BlocBoy JB]
Gang, gang (bitch)
Five times seven bullets rip you apart
Beep, beep
Gang, gang
You know how the fuck we rockin’ man (know how the fuck we rock bitch)
Free Santana, man, free J Roc, free Sticky
Free Pimpyz, man (free Pimpyz, bitch)
Free Tay-K
Gang

[Chorus: Tay-K]
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin’ down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar nigga, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon’ shoot a little, we gon’ shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock but my Glock very hard

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
School was very hard (gang), bitch, I’m very hard (gang)
Tay-K very hard (hard), Tay-K fairly off
Chop-chop-chopper with a blade, ’cause my bitch goth
1911, Ma I’ll leave you with a scar
My mama so hard (gang), my daddy go hard (gang)
Tay-K fairly odd, Tay-K very hard
This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd
Chopper with a blade, it’s gon’ rip you apart
You’s a monkey nigga, so we knock your tree apart (bitch)
Bullets aim far, bullets aim far

[Refrain: Tay-K & BlocBoy JB]
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m very hard, (hard)
Bitch, I’m very hard (that’s on my mama)

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
Rock like a guitar (‘tar)
Drive down on a all-white (huh), smokin’ in this car (car)
We gon’ smoke ’em like a ‘gar (‘gar)
.9 and a TEC (TEC), leave a nigga wet (wet)
Smokin’ so much gas (gas, gas, gas), I think that I can fuel a jet
You niggas are nothin’ but some workers (workers)
Internet lurkers (lurkers), searchers (searchers), stay up out my circle (my circle)
He talk down on internet, hurt him
Murk him (hurt), dirt him (hurt)
White tee, bitch, I ought to serve him
Careful with an opp bitch
AR-15 and that ho come with a stock, bitch (stock, bitch)
Bloc Nation, nigga (nigga), so I need a Block bitch (Block bitch)
He was talkin’ trash, put his ass in the garbage (garbage)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin’ down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar nigga, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon’ shoot a little, we gon’ shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock but my Glock very hard

[Refrain: Tay-K]
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard
Bitch, I’m very hard, bitch, I’m very hard