Yeah... I don't know how we keep coming up with this shit man
Trillest, look
As a youth I was a Big Boi, they done labeled me an Outkast
Now i'm living off Peachtree
Just bought a couch that cost Three Stacks
Seen homies get they nose clean, just to fuck around and relapse
Rick James'ing on the couch while I'm like
Damn I thought you beat that
So now I mostly keep it humble though
Use to check my balance before I'd swipe, but I was fucking though
Used to keep some girls in different boroughs in case my buddy pulled
I'd have to pack my bag up and find somewhere to fucking go
And I would always fuck then go
Ain't too proud of everything I did, but I still love it though
I'm just glad i never had a kid - at least from what I know
I try to change my life up every time get too comfortable
You can't see me, this too easy
I used to hold that pussy over everything, Rafiki
Doubled down on myself because you could never be me
And I listen to my OGs when they passing down their teachings
Now all this money in my pocket got me feeling some way
Hella ones in the stacks, they all over my place
She gone catch it if throw it, I can see in her face
I can see in her
Bands on me like I know how big I'm bout to be popping
Fam on me like, "God dammit that shit that you got is a problem"
Song sounding like I really be living this shit, I ain't talking
Yeezy store in my closet, this shit cleaner than comet
My bitch look like a problem, I pulled up in porsche
I win by staying honest, I can't do shit that's forced
Fans tell me they love me, that shit fucking me up
Back then I was nothing, I just keep leveling up
I just keep doubling up, I just keep doubling down
I just keep running it up, I ain't been fucking around
I made WAVs with the sound, that made waves with the sound
I made a way with a way that I made that made them all come around
Now all this money in my pocket got me feeling some way
Hella ones in the stacks, they all over my place
She gone catch it if throw it, I can see in her face
I can see in her
Bands on me like I know how big I'm bout to be popping
Fam on me like, "God dammit that shit that you got is a problem"
Song sounding like I really be living this shit, I ain't talking
Yeezy store in my closet, this shit cleaner than comet