MORNIIING

I was thinking 'bout the old days

Don't wanna think about old things

If there was awards for the dumbest kid ever I'd probably have me a few trophies

'Cause I used to walk to the store, yeah

Just to go get me some blow, aye

That nigga charge me like 40, but I smoke it all so I can get to the morning

Some days I'm over it, but I thank God for getting me over it

Where would I had've ended up if I got caught up in that other shit?

Right off the couch to the house

I'ma get a couple bands and then I'm moving out

So confidential, won't know what I'm bout

I put ice on my neck, and diamonds to the mouth

VVS spills, I need a paper towel

I be gone off that loud, can't remember my vowels

And all my friends gone, got me lost in the crowd

Tryna get on stage, I'm stuck up in the crowd

And I'ma be okay if I don't have no clout, bitch

Cause I put all my trust into God

And this butterfly La'Ferar

Holy Spirit entourage

One minute, I'm coolest kid ever, the next 30 seconds they say I be doing too much

But I'm tryna be tough and just get through the rush of these fake friends

Tryna put on they masks and just pretend that they care about me

And they all saying what they heard about me

But ain't tryna hear about the real me, so I'm tryna escape out of reality, man, that's tough

Getting to the bag is a rush

Exotic packs got my head stuck

Niggas mad they can't get in my head, man, I guess they just fucked out of luck

I just wake up and put on this drip and these VVS diamonds, that shit is a must

I want all my bread in my hand, if you not with the gang, then you can't get a cut

Flex on a bitch like what

I'm on my celebrity shit when they see me all up in the back of this SUV truck

I pull up on a bitch like what

I'm on the road to Hollywood

Momma bear ringing my line just to see what im up to these days

If I'm stuck in my ways or if I'm getting paid, but I'm-

Sitting here thinking bout old days

Don't wanna think about old things