To riches from rags I just believed 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 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 connеctions in queens, I get my j's before thеy 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 the shit I'm receivin' Your ex was 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, gave a fuck about passin' a 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 the shit I'm receivin' Your ex was 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)
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