Lyrics
Look, real shit I love who I'm becoming
When it all falls down you gotta stand for something
Self-made they ain't hand me nothing
The ones around me gonna be here when we stunting
Sport cars parked outside you know how we coming
My girl into whips I gotta cop her something
Yeah I gotta cop her something
Made By OGs we got this shit jumping
Started on Randall Court but we here now
Business meeting on a Tuesday at the Pier now
Used to rock Ralph in school this my gear now
Just turned twenty seven another year down
Moms texting me right now saying she so proud
Argued round the house neighborhoods complained we too loud
On the way to the money traveling through the clouds
If Fresh was here to see this shit he'd be like wow
Everyday we going up
Pull up in something clean when I'm rolling up
Pink champagne on the menu what I po'ing up
Fly like the ones I seen when I was growing up
Yeah
Everyday we going up
Pull up in something clean when I'm rolling up
Pink champagne on the menu what I po'ing up
Fly like the ones I seen when I was growing up
Look, it took time but I found my purpose
Before I'm 30 I need a crib to purchase
On another level cause you niggas still copping shit that's worthless
Take a trip out the country phone ain't got no service
The streets fuck with me cause I keep it solid
My style from back in the days I'm just paying homage
The coldest nigga of my generation
No matter what you gotta make the best of your situation
God bless the child that can hold his own
Fly shit is all that I be on
Drinking water reading a book by Grant Cardone
I'm just trying to take it further than we was shown
You can't play even trying to beat the odds
Before I hop on they wave I'll build my own squad
These rap niggas they just hiding behind a facade
Y'all the closet to the great like Ahmad Rashad
Everyday we going up