Lockheed Martin - Rexx Life Raj

Ay, shinin' on niggas like at the disco

My every movement heavy bro I don’t tip toe

My brother poured a pint of that wocky in the Calypso

Flipped a couple pounds and invested it into some crypto

Yeah, uh

They gon' tell you go to college when the phone that you holdin' got all the

info, facts

Yeah, niggers lame cause they did the game but they don’t kick it to their

kinfolk

They say he kick it like Janikowski he sure does

All the hate thrown I still respond to it with more love

Yeah, this pinot grigio Imma pour up’ll turn a square bitch into something off

of the Pornhub

Yeah, frequently curving women that you chasin' after

I hope she offer more than looks but I would hate to ask her

The only thing that bothers me more than them bitches is grown men infatuated

with gangster rappers

They’ll know the name of every gun they not poppin' imaginary enemies that they

are not robbin'

I reinvested in myself and I got poppin' if I can’t buy it 3 times I am not

coppin', huh

Put the family first like I’m Josh Johnson, huh

Put like 20 bands in some stock options, huh

He coulda helped his people but he copped watches

Flexed it all on Instagram and now the cops watching

A lil fame got niggas actin' bizarre, a lil fame make 'em forget who they

really are

I use this rap shit as a vehicle it’s a car I’m finna take 200,000 I humbled

and start a farm

Take a trip to Joshua Tree to see the stars, huh

Crush a molly pill in a glass of pinot noir

It make it easier to open up about the scars and see all of the feelings we

usually disregard

Huh, lookin' at my life and it’s gettin' insane, huh

30K for one song we ain’t livin' the same, huh

For 2 straight years I lived on the plane, you niggas livin' in the past on

memory lane, huh

Uh, if I give you loyalty give me the same

Look, I won’t hold your hand but I’ll give you the game

My financial advisor was trippin' today cause ain’t no way I’m finna pay the

homies no minimum wage

You only get one life at the end of the day, some people work they whole life

and give it away

Midlife crisis full of dreams they didn’t chase live with the regret of all of

the risks that they didn’t take

Not me, I’m finna run this bitch 'til I’m lock knee’d, huh

Push a nigga godspeed in this Mach speed

While you in your cellphone lookin' at them Tekashis, I’m somewhere shootin'

for the stars like I’m Lockheed Martin

Hey, yeah, yeah, huh