Biscayne

Throwing 175 on Biscayne

I don't know how the fuck life got this great

Got the caviar, champagne, diamonds on my plate

Getting bigger now my mom let me get tattoos on my face, uh

Holographic in the city of angels

I caught the game by the angles

I been fucked away too much so please don't ask I'm unstable

Where's my money? You ain't getting shit from me

Roll a spliff for me, we can make a symphony

I'm just so damn cute, that's what good sands do

Went right to your girl's house, exactly what I planned to do

Why my cash so fucking silver? My eyesight's an Insta filter

Playing Quidditch, I'm a rich kid, getting richer

Tiny bit concussed, I'm still getting iller

Never needed school, I learned from Biggie, Pac and Dilla

Just smoke to the face just to take the stress away

I don't give a fuck about you or anything anyway

Throwing 175 on Biscayne

I don't know how the fuck life got this great

Throwing 175 on Biscayne

I don't know how the fuck life got this great

Grand Central, tunnel vision, loaded up with optimism

I'm just tryna get it how I'm living, kids with dope prescriptions

Only kicked the past 15 DUI checks

I'm at UMD but still an Ivy League prospect

I don't know my next move

But I'm feeling like an alien so

Spirits say my name so don't object to

The fact the year is over now it's time for soup

I'm just tryna make some money just so I can move

Throwing 175 on Biscayne

I don't know how the fuck life got this great

Throwing 175 on Biscayne

I don't know how the fuck life got this great