[Intro]

Leopard print condom

Cheetah print Glock

Tiger skin Birkin

Louis bag scrotum

Givenchy on my feet

I feel like I'm in Italy (Travellin')

Rick Owens got me lookin' stupid as hell (Fresh, Fresh)

[Verse 1]

Marc Jacob satellite

The team right behind me

I'm locked in

I'm on the corner scouting

Accounting for the streets

Got my ear to the streets

This is real life

This is real life

Prada so heavy I'm horizontal

Trapezoid Lincoln scarf

Zaza had me wild

Put me in a dark place

I see the opps in my dreams

I wake up screaming

Glock in my hand

Ready to rumble

Peek out the door

Same old streets

It's the same old streets

I can't get away

I can't get away

The streets love me too much

And I'm in love with this shit

[Chorus]

They hated me

Because I'm different

They hated me

Because I spoke facts

They hated me

Because I believed

They hated me

Because I was broke

[Verse 2]

Now I rise up

Racks in my hands

Racks in my pockets

Now I sized up

Now the crime's up

Now your times up

I'm in the studio

Ruining my life

I could have been a doctor

I could have been pro

But I like being dangerous

I said that's the game that's the game

Fuck the fame

They can get wet up

Yeah yeah

Holes in their jerseys

Yeah yeah