Snapback and my tats showing

You lock her down you Bruce Bowen

I'm Ralph Lauren I'm Rick Owen

The champagne just keep pouring

I'm in here the boy glowing

I'm A1 and ya bitch knowing

She balenciaga I Jordan 4 ing

Balmaining my denim foreign

No redbull in my cup

Demons all in my head

I'm toasting straight to all my bucks

My child hood was rough

All my friends trap or locked up

So I'm out here and I'm stuck counting my blessing with my luck

My blessing with my luck

For my niggas I be grinding

Grew up throwing that diamond

Traded basketball for rhyming

So I skip lines

And Get free shit

They said I wasn't gone be shit

But guess I am the shit

I am the shit

Guess what I am the shit

[Hook]

Top down and my bitch bad

Birkin is my bitch bag

Never tripping I mix match

Rozay we sip that

I rap good I fuck better

All my exxes miss that

All my exxes miss that

All them bitches miss that

[Verse 2]

Yea nigga

My bitch name amber

Her boyfriend work overnight

So at night she my dancer

I throw Singles

She make it shake

She hit the ground she make it quake

I buss it open

Then hit the bank

My new shit so mean

I use to rock miskin

Now I soho with yo queen

I'm outhchea with this green

Spending cheetah

And chasing my Dreams

Fuck what u heard

Fuck wat u mean

Fuck what u said

Fuck with this green

Talking paper I understand

Want a feature I want a band

Uncle Sam ain't got shit on me

Got another girl

From italy

And all her friends in to me

We fuck fight

She got a man too

So She gotta get rid of me

At a certain time I'm out the door

At a certain time I'm out the door

At a certain time I'm out the door

These Voices all in my head

And these bitches wanting my bread

Got these voices all in my head

And these posers wanting me dead

Got these voices all in my head

Screaming fuck rap and get street money

Im who your man wanna be honey

In my dopefeen and 3s homie