Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry Gashi
Rap
JIMI BANKS
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Gashi
Songwriter
JIMI BANKS
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dom Casella
Producer
Gianluca Girard
Mixing Engineer
Larry Gashi
Producer
Lyrics
Tried to make it through, oh, but I
Me and G and dime stacks, Jonah here, I'm getting high off of contact
Didn't make the team, I was cut from junior varsity
But how he be at all the same places that LeBron at?
Told me that she got so much in her mind, trapped
Told to get it off your chest like a bra strap
How the hell you miss my call and don't call back?
Kenan and Kel, you thought that you was all that
Ain't no telling what I do this year
Bet you seen me at the top like the roof is clear
Me and Dino met these hoes and they flew from Paris
Brought him back to the crib like souvenirs
Took her on a dinner date, even brought her stepson
Why you always use the restroom once the check come?
Why you always use an excuse when your ex come?
Had to X her out cause she was acting extra
Got so much on my mind still
I'm just trying to find my way across a minefield
All these watches and I still ain't got time still
Ugly attitude, but girl, you looking fine still
And I'm fresh off probation
No vacation, but got suits and cases
Bottles by they cases, so much libation
Drunk driving so I might crash, where you stay, bitch
It's Jimi Banks, came with all hundreds
This Goyard came from London, quit with all the rubbish
If a **** want trip, pack some more luggage
Louis on the swimming trunks and I can't swim for nothing
Vivienne Westwood on the kilt, that's what I wore in Dublin
M80 with the stock, feel like Warren Buffett
Margiela tux, got diamonds on my cufflink
It's too easy, I'm the **** with the attitude
If she a red flag, I'm a Spanish bull
Ran into my dude, he came from Syracuse
I'm hopping out the class, it's been a long time I've been in school
Champagne tears, we toast glocks and say cheers
Things I did, thats in my past, shit I can't say here
Flying over Flatbush Ave, thats where the Nets play there
On the private told the pilot, he can land a plane here
I swear I can't play fair, I went to France and ate snail
Got expensive taste, I hold a baby Glock its daycare
See a crowd and spray there, I spray until the rain clear
I spray until the, uh, red Averrex is
Cause these **** wanna see me bleed
I should sponsor CDG, my heart been on my sleeve
Went to see my aunt Denise, she all the way in Queens
When I heard her husband died, it brought me to my knees
My Uncle Davis, swear his party was my favorite
For my cousin Shottie and Shanice, he had the Power Rangers
Now the power's in my hand like Ludacris
In the Get Back video, my swags worth a milly yo
I'm from New York, I got the city glow
With that semi-automatic, I'm a semi-pro
Like Will Ferrell, I've been thorough
Ay, uh, I tell my bitch to pour my glass, I get my drink on
Uh, I'm at the zoo with a mink on
Pick up my niece at private school with all my links on
I hop out, double park the Lamb, left the blinkers on
I'm out at Fashion Week, I'm clutching on my favorite toy
I shoot into the crowd and tell them, make some noise
Gun in hand, man, they say I'm rambunctious
Swipe the card, think I'm Floyd, I made a killing off them punches
I'm at the Knick game, dap Brunson
Mac tucked in, sitting so close that I could slam dunk it
I told them, motherfuckers, I'm the greatest
I said that before, I knew I was, but still I had to say it
Stash my savers in my king-size mattress
Bob Ortega signed the papers, got a new apartment
Right there by the Lakers
My pants is Maison Martin Margiela, calm
They swear to see the Avarrex lapel on the leather
**** try and get me out my zone
I'm in that box G-Wagon, yeah, young Tyson
Fly chick with me with them Commes tights on
I fuck her on the little yacht to that one-night song
Always leave the club before they turn the lights on
At Teterboro taking flight, had to throw the Mikes on
Shorty on her IG, had to turn her likes off
Cause **** don't give a fuck or what she got on
I'm in the Wall Street Journal, had to get my stocks on
So you could save all that jazz for that **** Stockton
Rock on steady, the watch all baguettied
Hop on the track like my nickname, Andretti
Throw the money high and it fall like confetti
Leave a shirt with red stains, but it's not spaghetti
I just sent her home, I called a Lyft
Like a bad ref all the calls I missed
Porsche Panorama and the shit purple
The kit like a Clermont twin turbo
I just left the courtroom in a pink fur coat
They think I paid for the body like Bernice Burgos
This shit get thick, they call me King Gordo
Spaghetti bolognese as I sip Merlot
Mob ties like the Genovese
Bad bitch with me and they come in threes
House get lit like Christmas Eve
They been sleeping on me, now I gotta live a dream
Now I'm living out your dream
God look over me
God looking over me
Somebody prayed for me
Somebody prayed for me
Oh God over me
Oh God over me
Somebody prayed for me
Somebody prayed for me
I'm planting seeds where the concrete cracks
Invest in land, watch my future stack
Buy the block, turn my hood into a motherfucking fortress
Legacy the mission, not a Porsche or a mortgage
I started my own label, blueprint the plans
Teach my son how to own, not work for the man
I had to flip the cycle, wealth the antidote
Trauma stops here, yeah that's the family vote
Pass the torch like a relay, run it with pride
Show the young ones the map, let them thrive inside
Knowledge is currency, stack it up and build it tall
Generational freedom, yeah we break the wall
No more pain in the bloodline, just a chain of jewels
From classrooms to boardrooms, rewriting the rules
Gotta remember land is power, watch the value grow
An orca prophecy for the pod I sow
Started out with nothing but a dream and scheme
Now the house has got hallways from all my streams
Marble countertops with the gold inlay
The chandelier's constellation lighting up my way
Rolls Royce, dawn Starr stitched in the ceiling
Doors suicide but my family still living
The leather's butter soft, dashboard mahogany
Every drive a reminder these vultures never stopping me
Holiday dinners, tables ten feet long
Pass the wine, toast the hustle cause we built strong
Teach my kids to fish, never begged for a plate
Nepo babies but with discipline they laced their fate
Rose gold Rolex without the baguettes
Time don't tick but my legacy is set
Living like we stars, big mirrors in my suite
My scars on my medals, I'ma wear them on my sleeve
Elevate my taste, silk robes when I feast
Stand up on that curb, you ain't made for these streets
Typing real tough til the day that we meet
Silence all the noise then delete and repeat
Hollywood parties, I'm a ghost in the room
Private villa vibes, views lit by the moon
They said keep it smooth, play the game in position
From dollar menu Mickey D's to thousand dollar dishes
Kosovo flights, silk clouds in the sky
Changed up the scene, stayed sharp in my stride
Breaking down the lobster, yeah the table so exclusive
They scared to be on blocks where I drive slow and chuck the deuces
Fucking the baddest hoes, man they thicker than my plans
Phantom moving slow, got your worth in my hands
Never shine shoes and I never been a lame
Been a king all my life, way before the fame
Diamonds studded frames, vision on panoramic
Came from the bottom, never took my life for granted
Put my faith in God, that's why I can never panic
Never took my jewels, if they try me I'ma blam it
Stalking up my page cause they trying to emulate
I was built for this, this that proper real estate
Back in the day it was minimum wage
Now I'm dropping deposits, letting my money age
Told her get wise girl, this ain't a fling
She looking for a ring but I'm just here for a swim
From the hood to yachts, every mile paid for
Champagne on ice, this what I prayed for
Running up a check, I'm back in the zone
I'm the reason why she smell like Le Labo cologne
She wanted the Benz but a Uber awaits
I'm too hot to be petty and too real to be fake
Got so much on my plate, but I can't complain
Memories haunt me from starving back in the day
That's a lot of pain
I leave stacks in the mattress, pillow talk to cake
Red wine pouring like the blood from a steak
Prada coat sipping vintage, crushing all the grapes
Eating lobster on the lake, on the LV case
Sitting here thinking how these rappers doing Drake
Man that shit is fake
They jealous of my shine but clueless of my struggle
I'm money making Mitch cause I love to hustle
Larry Csonka with paper cause I never fumble
Like mama grounded me for life, man I'm always humble
I'm with the woman of your dreams like who this bitch!?
I tell her move, get out my way like I'm Ludacris
Catch me in the air more than a stewardess
Titties and chicken in my face, I'm Hooters rich
But I pray my business never close
Me and Jimi stay balling like Mr. Jones
In the plaza hotel like I'm home alone
Told the waitress three scoops, she laughed and asked me if I drove
I'm never getting old
I'm raising my kids and my folks, man this shit no joke
Toes bleeding, paper chasing, I'm straight off the boat
Every morning hit the stove with audio dope
Every line a fucking quote, might as well be coke
Send a Cash App, drop it off in a drone
Welcome to the future honey, I am home
Bought a robot for 30k, made him sell my dope
In a Dolce robe
Three floors from the gutter
Came from Flatbush to the chef's melting butter
In the fountain coffee room for pancakes and milk
Vintage Rollie reminding me of my past wins
Went from ramen noodles to eating lavish with kings
They said I'd be nothing laughing as I stare at my rings
Sitting at the Chateau, pray before I have my meal
Thinking about Belushi and it's giving me the chills
They claiming that he overdosed but we know he got killed
That's why I sleep with my toast cause they hate me for real
First person to open my door, face looking like Seal
First person to open my door, face looking like Seal for real
God look over me
God looking over me
Somebody prayed for me
Somebody prayed for me
Oh God over me
Oh God over me
Somebody prayed for me
Somebody prayed for me
Written by: JIMI BANKS, Larry Gashi