coincidence (feat. Ab$ & Kimo)

You do what you gotta do with what you got
The rest is earned
Is it all coincidence?
I swear it might be
Delta to New York, now we hit Miami
Angel on my right and he try advise me
Pistol on his side, come together, siamese
Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me
When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me?
And I'll never stop until a million in a week
Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep
Fat stack, boy, I'm keen to hustle
Less flex, I ain't seen a muscle
Chrome Heart, you ain't seen a duffle
Cold heart, I don't need to cuddle
Go -, I don't need a muzzle
Big guns, I don't need to scuffle
Stand solid, my knees don't buckle
My knees don't buckle, yeah
Is it a coincidence? I swear it might be
LA to New York, now we hit Miami
Angel on my right and he tryna guide me
Pistol on his side, come together, siamese
Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me
When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me?
And I'll never stop until a million in a week
Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep
Is it a coincidence they lookin' up to me
Fell in love with shorty and she bettin' on me
Grindin' on the daily, lately, all I see is green
There's broke and there's rich and I'm somewhere in between
Demons all around me, but the Deen never leaves
Actin' all around me, but I'm starin' in the scene
They gon' think I'm Tony, way I'm snappin' on the beat
I woke up, made a livin', now I live a dream
Livin' the dream, me and the team
Don't step to me or you seein' a beam
Me and the queen, dressin' so clean
We shoppin' at Louis, you scrollin' through Shein
I'm scrolling the Gram, I speed in the Lamb
I don't give a damn, I see the police and I'm hittin' the dash
I live in the present, you live in the past
Live fast, you ain't gettin' younger
Live a life, you ain't get another
All about my bread and butter
She was tweakin' so I had to cut her
She was tweakin' so I had to go
I ain't settle, I wanted more
She hit my phone, but I ignore it
D&D don't disturb my phone
Private flight on the way to Rome
God with me, I'm never alone
If you talkin', better watch your tone
In my bag, yeah I'm in my zone
In the zone, yeah, I'm in the bag
When I shop, I don't check the tag
Louis belt, so my pants don't sag
Stayin' humble, I don't like to brag
Business man, gotta make it stack
YBM, throw it on the flag
Big boss, no Rick Ross
You just wristwatch you a fossil watch
Don't tik tok, I don't spin blocks
I got dogs for that
G-Wagon is matte black
My rhymes slap like Kodak
No pictures, no edits yeah
I don't need filters
Is it a coincidence?
I swear it might be
L.A. to New York, now we hit Miami
Angel on my right, and he tryna guide me
Pistol on his side, come together, siamese
Devil workin' hard, but he ain't workin' like me
When I take an L, I'm never cryin', why me?
And I'll never stop until a million in a week
Better yet, I'll never stop until a million in my sleep