Lyrics
I'm chilling at the crib having a cocktail
My girl next to me lookin fine as hell
Hard times tried to knock us but we prevail
Merch moving like pounds shipping through the mail
Shit I ain't tryna be the king of town
But they know bout Snow how he put it down
Niggas hate on the next it's enough to go around
Where was niggas at when I need them most
Where was niggas at they went ghost
A lot fly shit go on and I don't even post
Can't compare them to me we ain't even close
Dressed in a Ralph Lauren flannel
I got a chick that do hair and real estate panels
Fuck that little stack what you bringing in annual
I might stop rapping and start a show on the Food Channel
It's all the same thang just a different hustle
She on me tough cause I'm chocolate like a truffle
I'm in my Mustang with the oldies on shuffle
Trip to Frisco for the day and ain't pack a duffle
In-N-Out the city like the burger joint
Never beef with rap niggas cause what's the point
Nah really in route to touch a milly
Got a million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie
Back against the wall I never fold I love the pressure
Stop at Starbucks to grab a dragon fruit refresher
Soaking up knowledge while I watch Earn Your Leisure
One thing fasho I never trip on these skeezers
The game never change just the players in it
Jersey hanging in the stands when I'm all finish
I put my all in it
On a ten year run I did it independent
Nigga that's the difference