From shoe collections to new duplexes

Our dreams leveled up on some next shit

But how I’m supposed to feel like the world in the palm of my hands when my brother getting booked for possession

Struggle taught me that a fool keeps his net worth in platinum Rolexes

I had to buy some equity and double my investments

Never had a blueprint to make it out the trenches

I’m indebted to myself I thank the hustle not a reverend

In tune with my blessings for my brothers in tombs or them stretchers

I promise that when we catch em’ we gone stretch em’

Mask the aggression with blunt smoke getting passed in the session

From past to present only hope is that I leave my impression

Hundred mill from a home in the trenches

Fuck the odds that’s my only intention

We learned to get it while we young whip that s550 hope police don’t catch us

From shoe collections to new duplexes

Our dreams leveled up on some next shit

If its 6 digits well appear for it

But if that money comes slow I ain’t here for it

I feel the walls closing in on me now

I hear the echo in this red brick it's sounding like the voice of the crowd

My brothers dying getting locked away the clocks running out

All I see is devastation but I know the times now

Small city took it bigger than bigger than ever

I still remember idolizing the Carters and Rockefellers

Made a hundred and two before I turned 22

That was 12 months of nothing but grind and paid dues

If they can make a billion then we can too

Now my income fixed it’s like we can’t lose

My homie told me every day in this feel like a gamble

The rookie of the year in New York I’m J Randle

From shoe collections to new duplexes

Our dreams leveled up on some next shit

If its 6 digits well appear for it

But if that money comes slow I ain't here for it