[Intro]

Only 5 PM, I'm coolin', lightin' doinkies in Jamaica

Put a doinky in my mind, I think these doinkies make me greater

Reminiscin' 'bout my past, it was rough, I ain't no faker

It was rough, but ain't no bluff, you think you tough, I'm gettin' paper

[Verse]

Mind expanded, know I'm trained to go

Get more rocks, shit like the figure-four

Easy, I molded like snow, always on go, I was just under, below

Niggas was hatin' on me, patiently, I made it here, it was slow

Couple niggas would've called it fast, I was on a mission for the dash

Humble nigga, I know how it feel, I was just havin' no cash

I was just havin' no bag, dead broke, standin' in the rain

Youngest nigga puttin' in the pain, now we screamin' money ain't a thing

Chillin', but it's savagе in my veins, I'ma keep on comin' with the flames

Thеy already labeled me elite, so if I lose, then I'm the one to blame

Really, I got pain in my heart, if you tryin' gang, gotta be smart

I stay in my lane, play my part, but when it come to gang, you get sparked

Really, though, I ride for my brothers, started as a promise to my mother

Yeah, I know exactly where I'm headed, it be too much on my mind when I stutter

I don't wanna see nobody suffer, everybody eatin', call it supper

Really, though, I made it out the gutter, Lil Tjay the one and only, ain't no other

Now everybody love me, ain't no lover, they tryna throw they face on the scene

There ain't no motivation in the hood, we livin' with no escape, what I've seen

I had to march and pace for the green, I know I couldn't wait for this dream

I'm tryna get this cake, gotta elevate, pop out drippin' Dior to Celine

Rollin' that Russian Cream when I hit the scene, you could tell a youngin livin' his dream

Dead like I'm off of a bean, millionaire teen, now you can search me up on Bing

Now these bitches wanna fuck, fuck or it's up, I could use two or three nuts

Ain't got no money to hush, it's up and it's stuck, you pull up, you suckin' or what?

Big VVS's on the gold, made it out the trenches ten toes

Shout out to my niggas in the can that always stood official, didn't fold

Shout out to my label for the deal, shout out to my fans, man, for real

Big Cuban link, I got it rose, we ain't into stressin' over hoes

Every day, I wake up gettin' rolls, every day, I wake up on the road

Truly honest, life too fast, I'ma let it sit up 'til I'm old

Look how many records I done sold, woke up, I feel like a pot of gold

How it happened, I don't even know, I saw my lane and all I know is go

Big 'Miri denim for the feets, big Richard Mille, this ain't cheap

I ain't into beefin' through the tweets, just live with me, then leave it in the streets

Real nigga, that's just how it is, ain't nobody stoppin' how I live

Early twenties, coppin' out on cribs, I started off with nothin' in the fridge

Imagine what be runnin' through my dome, goofy niggas blowin' up my phone

Groupies comin', they won't leave me 'lone, I know they wouldn't be here if I wasn't on

Just because that, I be in my zone, mama raised me solid to the bone

Reminiscin', I sit up and stone like, "How the fuck you got it on your own?"