Lyrics
Yeah
In my opinion, I do this shit, fuck it
It might be facts, though, fuck it, I don't give a fuck
My life story more crazy than Biggie and Pac
When y'all was in school, I was outside with a Glock
On the block, I was young and tryna come up, nigga
I was in my own bag, you can't front me, nigga (Simo Fre just killed it)
I remember when I was just broke, now I'm on my shit
Remember I was dreamin' 'bout diamonds, now I can flex this shit
Audemars Piguet on my wrist, sixty-five on the Cuban
Young nigga from the hood, I could go party with Michael Rubin
All the shit that I done did, they ain't think that I could do it
Three million for an album, I told 'em I'll do it (come on)
And that came from sellin' dime bags, fortune on the corner
Got these fuck niggas out the way, especially my main opponent (facts)
Know I said I was done rappin', but fuck that, now I'm on it
By time I was eighteen, I was ridin' in a foreign (skrrt)
On some Biggie and Pac shit, to the dream, I seen it
Everybody thought I was a fan, don't nobody else seen it
I'm tryna live right when I know I'm livin' wrong
Eight years old without my mama, I was livin' on my own
Sixteen, locked in juvenile, eighteen, in the county (eighteen)
I was charged with attempted murder, keepin' fuck niggas from 'round me (grrt)
I ain't worried 'bout no fuck niggas, I'm good in the hood
From a small house to a mansion, man, I know I'm livin' good
Ten cars in my yard, my life not a facade (skrrt)
They ain't never, ever think that I'd make it this far (never)
Man, I'm knowin' I'm the greatest, remember the times without no cable
Niggas tryna copy my flow or tryna mimic my canvas
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm faded, remember the time I wasn't able
Six million in my bank account, still feel like I ain't made it
Had a junior Keyanta, another baby on the way
I just added two million dollars, finna add it to the safe
I just threw my heart because I know it wasn't safe
I ain't gotta save my city, crown me for makin' a way
Seven days and I ain't ate, too focused, I been grindin'