Lyrics from Snippet

[Chorus]
(Phew)
I feel like the world against me (Yeah, ah)
But I don't give a fuck 'bout that shit (Shit), boy, we always trendy (Woah-oh, oh, oh) (Trendy)
You can try to get high like I did, one time, yeah, feel like you get hit by a truck or semi (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
I turned out the inside of the Cayenne to the outside, made that bitch cream, yeah (Ack)
I put turbo on that bitch, you can hear that bitch scream from mile away
I ain't put no rich people on, they ain't got nun' to say to me (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, they taking em’ handouts, they ain't got nun' to say to us, boy, they—
All us rich bastards, we do what we want
Yeah, all of us...

[Verse]
… my jeweller (Yeah)
At the end of the day, still feel like the world against me (Yeah, against me)
I had to put faith in my pockets, 'cause that's where yo friends be
I had to change up how I seen it all, bitch, how my lens be (Change)
I had to change up how I ball, bitch, I was overextending (Yeah)
I heard it's good to be doing more than doing less (Yeah)
If I hear a pussy say somethin', boy, say it with yo chest (What?)
How the fuck they rock that fake lifestyle? Fake Moncleezy vest
They wonder how the hell Yeat made it out, boy, I barely turned into the best (Yeah)
Yeah most of these people act birdies, they talking shit online, yeah, like Twitter, they nests (Woah, oh)
I learned how to do this shit straight from the bottom, finessed with the bank, and then invest the rest (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah, we been doing this shit for a while now, so we ain't impressed (Wait, wait, woah, uh)
This bitch had been sucking me up for a while now, so her head really turn to the best (Uh, uh, woah, oh)
I can't fall in love with a bitch, I just can't
I ain't about to do all that again (Go)
Yeah, and I get that you don't understand, I get how you are, you with me (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
Yeah, but I don't really want me and you (Ah, uh)
Yeah, I just like to get top in that coupe
Crib in the desert and it got a pool (Eh, uh, uh)
Crib in the hills, just to look at the view
[Chorus]
(Phew)
I feel like the world against me (Yeah, ah)
But I don't give a fuck 'bout that shit (Shit), boy, we always trendy (Woah-oh, oh, oh) (Trendy)
You can try to get high like I did, one time, yeah, feel like you get hit by a truck or semi (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
I turned out the inside of the Cayenne to the outside, made that bitch cream, yeah (Ack)
I put turbo on that bitch, you can hear that bitch scream from mile away
I ain't put no rich people on, they ain't got nun' to say to me (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, they taking em’ handouts, they ain't got nun' to say to us, boy, they—
All us rich bastards, we do what we want
Yeah, all of us...