[Verse 1]

Shedding tears on a plane, did I make it rain?

I'm a sad boy now, do you feel my pain?

We so depressed in this bitch, we so depressed

But we so well dressed in this bitch, we so well dressed

Ooh, I got these clothes on, I got these clothes

And they make me feel so good, if I'm depressed you wouldn't know

Dealing with the hardships by rocking the softest fabric

Nice shirts, we gotta have it...or the freshest shoes

Really it's up to you, my niggas selling these drugs

Always trying to re-up

And they want you high on their supply so they can get some clean stuff

A lot of niggas ain't in college, that's some real shit

And we so numb to the pain, can't even feel shit

No response from Alah, they lighting up the la-la

Ain't nobody bullet proof, no high-fives and no ha-ha's

...ain't no joking here

[Chorus]

Verscae, ooh we want Versace

Taking out my wallet trynna give these niggas my cheese

Givenchy, ooh we want Givenchy

Rocking all the finest clothes everybody watch me

Verscae, ooh we want Versace

Taking out my wallet trynna give these niggas my cheese

Givenchy, ooh we want Givenchy

Rocking all the finest clothes everybody watch me

[Bridge]

I wear this black flag in a pocket over my black ass

You trying to stunt, I see you trying to stunt

Now let me throw my camo on cause yeah we trying to hunt

[Verse 2]

It'd be a shame if I dressed as bad as I'm feeling

I look so good you can paint me up on the ceiling

Michelangelo was spitting sixteen while painting the Sistine

...but I'm trying to paint it in the sky so it can kiss me

But then she diss me, so I make it precipitate

Now I'm right back where I started, flying to a different state

[Outro]

I rub my eyes with a black American flag, yeah I'm sad

But at least I look like I'm switching riches with rags

I rub my eyes with a black American flag, yeah I'm sad

But at least I look like I'm switching riches with rags

Look good...feel bad