Letras
Yeah, yeah
I used to dream about the way that I live
I never had a chain never put a thing on my wrist
I never stunted it on these niggas in the illest of whips
But I'm feeling like I should, just to do it for kicks
I never was attending a party in some Cabana
Took a few years of rapping and drop a dollar
Spending on my hard-earned money on some designer
I could buy a whole block in Atlanta for that Cabana
I was thinking this in ninth grade
Wasn't with the college, 'cause them niggas is not paid
Caught the scam early, I figured I'd do it my way
Find a way to get me the risky ain't for the weak
The hustle ain't for the scary, I'm doing me in my free time
They gon' make a reason to hate me, 'cause I'm a Phenom
Independent black man, I want the whole key lime
And the seat that recline
Sunroof on a crib, with a TV that can rewind
Never to your benefit to be with you not
I told my son don't ever let them niggas see what you got
So when you flash a couple dollars, I just snatch it out his hands
It's what happened when you show your money off on the block
Yeah, life lessons in the Jones' house
Fast money come and go, I'd rather take the slow route
Never judge, there is always something you don't know about
The shit that you'll be judging so continue with a closed mouth
You heard that