6am in Paris

Yeah I'm currently in lockdown I'm making no moves I need to hit the studio I need to get back in the groove I remember back in 2016 I was planning my career Ain't no one believed in me Now they all give me cheers Yeah Funny how shit turns around I hear them screams now It's that season for me now Fake ones show me love now They tappin' my phone now Tryna get the lyrics You can mind your own business 'Cause it's 6am in Paris And I'm feelin' the vibe Might just get my boys together For a late night drive It's that kind of feelin Yeah, we sippin' and we chillin Take this beat and fuckin' kill it Makin' bangers by the minute Look at my bank, lot of digits Look to the top, sky's the limit Out in Paris, we get lit So tell me why would I quit On the highway Shits a party Got one with me, she a shorty She get down, yeah, she get naughty Look at her face, she a hottie How you make it but you still got all of your friends Had to clear my phone 'cause the fake ones wanna make amends But I guess that's the trend They show love but it's pretend They always act like your best friend Till you ain't got shit to spend Now it's encrypted end to end Type on WhatsApp, press send Tell my boys I'm on the mend Ain't no funeral to attend And I'm sorry if I offend But I got some shit to vent So if you give me the next verse Then I promise I'll ascend Yeah I'm reaching new heights It feels like I'm on a fucking plane Them motherfuckers can't touch me They're out there hangin' with the lames And I'm putting them all to shame I got too much game for this game And that's my fuckin' claim My last album was acclaimed I cannot be tamed I'm comin' off them chains Hard as a fuckin' rock, might change my first name to Dwayne Lyrical talent like my nickname is Wayne Beginning of my reign and my bars fall like rain Hit the ground running and I get them all jumping Top notch bars, gotta count for something