[Verse 1]
She had Chanel gloves and ear muffs
Sliding out a Benz truck, looking like real love
Fucking the old head, trying to get to the millions
But run to the G's when she want real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, all hustle
Honda Accord to the Aventador, beautiful struggle
Make 'em pretend to love you
Pat a bullseye on your back when they dap you, pull you in to hug you
Fallen homeboys above you, come down in your dreams
To warn you about them n***as and their schemes

[Verse 2]
So much [?] this year for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on them chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things, more change
Hope not to get caught slipping when they dope slang
Mind games, bitches trying trains
Designer drugs came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, it's still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing, cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop, don't leave a stain
Oldies playing, though the coupe brand new
Leave a bad taste in a hater mouth like Theraflu
[Outro: Truck Turner Sample]
Harvard Blue: The sky's about to open on your head. Better retire. Take a vacation. Lay on a beach for about ninety years
Truck Turner: You've got ten seconds. One, two, three, four five, six, seven...
Harvard Blue: Be cool, pussy
Truck Turner: Eight