Only 5 PM, I´m coolin´, lightin´ doinkies in Jamaica
Put a doinky in my mind, I think these doinkies make me greater
Reminiscin´ ´bout my past, it was rough, I ain´t no faker

It was rough, but ain´t no bluff, you think you tough, I´m gettin´ paper

Mind expanded, know I´m trained to go
Get more rocks, shit like the figure-four
Easy, I molded like snow, always on go, I was just under, below
Niggas was hatin´ on me, patiently, I made it here, it was slow
Couple niggas would´ve called it fast, I was on a mission for the dash
Humble nigga, I know how it feel, I was just havin´ no cash
I was just havin´ no bag, dead broke, standin´ in the rain
Youngest nigga puttin´ in the pain, now we screamin´ money ain´t a thing
Chillin´, but it´s savage in my veins, I´ma keep on comin´ with the flames

They already labeled me elite, so if I lose, then I´m the one to blame
Really, I got pain in my heart, if you tryin´ gang, gotta be smart
I stay in my lane, play my part, but when it come to gang, you get sparked
Really, though, I ride for my brothers, started as a promise to my mother
Yeah, I know exactly where I´m headed, it be too much on my mind when I stutter
I don´t wanna see nobody suffer, everybody eatin´, call it supper
Really, though, I made it out the gutter, Lil Tjay the one and only, ain´t no other
Now everybody love me, ain´t no lover, they tryna throw they face on the scene
There ain´t no motivation in the hood, we livin´ with no escape, what I´ve seen

I had to march and pace for the green, I know I couldn´t wait for this dream
I´m tryna get this cake, gotta elevate, pop out drippin´ Dior to Celine
Rollin´ that Russian Cream when I hit the scene, you could tell a youngin livin´ his dream
Dead like I´m off of a bean, millionaire teen, now you can search me up on Bing
Now these bitches wanna fuck, fuck or it´s up, I could use two or three nuts
Ain´t got no money to hush, it´s up and it´s stuck, you pull up, you suckin´ or what?
Big VVS´s on the gold, made it out the trenches ten toes
Shout out to my niggas in the can that always stood official, didn´t fold
Shout out to my label for the deal, shout out to my fans, man, for real

Big Cuban link, I got it rose, we ain´t into stressin´ over hoes
Every day, I wake up gettin´ rolls, every day, I wake up on the road
Truly honest, life too fast, I´ma let it sit up ´til I´m old
Look how many records I done sold, woke up, I feel like a pot of gold
How it happened, I don´t even know, I saw my lane and all I know is go
Big ´Miri denim for the feets, big Richard Mille, this ain´t cheap
I ain´t into beefin´ through the tweets, just live with me, then leave it in the streets
Real nigga, that´s just how it is, ain´t nobody stoppin´ how I live
Early twenties, coppin´ out on cribs, I started off with nothin´ in the fridge

Imagine what be runnin´ through my dome, goofy niggas blowin´ up my phone
Groupies comin´, they won´t leave me ´lone, I know they wouldn´t be here if I wasn´t on
Just because that, I be in my zone, mama raised me solid to the bone
Reminiscin´, I sit up and stone like, "How the fuck you got it on your own?"