Lyrics
What I think about success, ain’t got enough yet
Game was fucked up when I walked in
That’s just my luck shit
Still got dreams of being big, none of that puff shit
Snow on the bluff shit, robbing these **** for they position
That’s a slight lick, Wesley Snipes shit
I feel like Nino
Every verse come with a little crack in it
Sean told me avoid the crack business
I did the next best thing, I’m still whippin uh
Freon couldn’t make the flow more colder
Send a shot, I keep my hand in the holster
Somebody ‘round me keep the heat, boy I’m Spoelstra
And if he in my lane, I’ll put that boy on a poster
We heard your last album dawg, that shit was a coaster
Talking like you Steph when you just Dennis Schroeder
That’s how yo bag get fucked up
Mans went viral like one time, and can’t stop bragging about dumb luck damn
At this party, pissing out ace of spades, it’s just another day in the life, I could never get tired
I need a Maybach Benz on the day I retire
I seen this house in the hills
I been working for the view like I’m Whoopi
I got a humble bitch, I told her get bougie
You gotta know that it’s a difference between Canon and Fuji
On the record I got bounce like Zion
Praying for the boy, he fell in love with the groupies, now that’s a doozy
Walk on a wack **** beat just like I’m Tunechi
Ricardo Tisci
The way that I’m sonning these ****, I need more Burberry please believe me this shit is easy
My old label got to tweaking so it’s fuck em
Von still bitter bout it, better duck him
Tri bout the last **** you should fuck with
2020 whatever, they cappin on all that tough shit
93 til infinity kill all that huff shit damn
The benz bumpin, the bass moving like it’s ‘06, the truck krumpin
Made it from the trenches to the hills, now ain’t that sumn
I can’t fuck with these hoes even they lace frontin
I can’t fuck with these **** they not about nothing
Too eager to pop a pill and be a lean junkie
Y’all must’ve ain’t seen no fiends when y’all was coming up huh?
Income should be ya outcome
Kinda hard to change the world if you ain’t got none
I’m like Wemby on the court, I help the block first
Peddling hope since 13, like it’s clockwork
Lotta genius in the hood, look how they tech work
I wish they’d put the guns down and google tech work
It’s the little things that help you up your net worth
Like getting Tri on a feature, every verse is like a Mona Lisa
Ruck keep lobbing beats to his start reciever
Now we in that Benz

Written by: Demetrius Griffith, Rick Ramon
