[Verse]

Used to bump Project Bitch

In the curves and the cul-de-sac, rolling up sticks, bitch

Bag full of cans, that's change in my hands

Coat smelling like mold, got snow on my vans, yeah

No bling, no peace, no rings

No mink on my shoulder, no brands on my feet

Now my phone won't stay quiet

Trying to sell me all my dreams, but I still won't buy it

I wish I was like you, fuck, but I can't 'cause I think too much

[Outro]

Used to bump Project Bitch

In the curves and the cul-de-sac, rolling up sticks