Lyrics
Yeah,
Where I'm from, they never thought to see more than the middle class
Where they dream of fixing cars and scanning Costco tags (never)
So, I stepped up in the game, applying pressure on they ass (applying pressure)
Not bad for the kid crunching numbers, top of the class (yeah)
Now I'm 15 college bound
Father figure not around (father forgive me)
Stepped up in the booth I was tryna get that Harlem sound
Walking through my city never felt at home (no)
Searching for the pieces to the puzzle in this broken home (gratefully)
I met Sosa, he was moving o's to get a key (met Sosa)
My open door was private clients' trips in SUVs (slide)
You'd never how far that I've come (nervous)
I just sent a hundred million to a mutual fund, look
I count it slow
The young kings went and got on they own (went and got on they own)
If you're a hustler, that's something in your soul (in your soul)
It is the only life a youngin' ever known (all we've ever known)
I count it slow
The young kings went and got on they own (went and got on they own)
If you're a hustler, that's something in your soul (in your soul)
It is the only life a youngin' ever known (all we've ever known)
Lifestyle major
Suits all tailored
Bad red bone met that bitch out in Bailor (shout to James)
She fell in love with the youngin' I can't save her (never)
But every time she step up into this life, I upgrade her
Flight to Teterboro now they know me when they see me (wait)
Rose from Provence with lobster in my linguini
They shorties want fuck me and they homies wanna be me
My apologies (sorry) I ain't selling dreams I'm selling CDs (woah)
We breaking bread with a table of millionaires (aha)
I let my publicist handle public affairs (as for you)
Highly underrated but frankly over prepared
I grossed 60 year to date this my motherfucking year uh (my motherfucking year)
I count it slow
The young kings went and got on they own (went and got on they own)
If you're a hustler, that's something in your soul (in your soul)