To riches from rags, I just believe in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (Woah) I hit the road, I spend a twenty clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out my mind, I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got (Woah) I´m gettin´ bags, I´m right in the middle of quarantine, made ten million on the dot Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans, I know that I said I would stop Man with the plan, I told ´em, "Just follow my lead", and I took my whole team to the top Don´t check the tag and I don´t check the receipt, if I see it, I want it, I cop Shoutout GB´s, I got some connections in Queens, I get my J´s before they drop
Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin´ and I fill my cart You wouldn´t believe me, I just been takin´ it easy, pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all this shit I´m receivin´, your actions lookin´ deceivin´ Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is, told her the entry is keyless I´m gettin´ paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic´ Jackson when she let me beat it Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
I make the plan, then they gon´ hop out the van and take you for whatever you got My bitch is tanned, I´m on a yacht out in Cabo, got villas that take up the block When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex Let her be free, I ain´t ´bout catchin´ no feelings, I´m catchin´ a flight on a jet
She try to leave me, no, I´m not takin´ it easy, fuck on her friend, she upset Knew I was smart, my teachers ain´t think I´d achieve, give a fuck about passin´ the test They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me, got rings, I could buy a Patek Opps lookin´ dusty, I got some demons, so trust me, keepin´ my foot on they neck
Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin´ and I fill my cart You wouldn´t believe me, I just been takin´ it easy, pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy Made me feel guilty for all this shit I´m receivin´, your actions lookin´ deceivin´ Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is, told her the entry is keyless
I´m gettin´ paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic´ Jackson when she let me beat it Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces (Wheezy outta here)