[Verse 1]
She had Chanel gloves
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants 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
[?] pretend to love you
Paint the bullseye on your back when they dap you, pull you in to hug you
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them n***as and their schemes

[Verse 2]
So much [?] shit for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things, more change
Hope not to get caught sleeping 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 in the coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out 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 90 years
Truck Turner: You've got ten seconds. One, two, three, four five, six, seven...
Harvard Blue: Be cool, pussy
Truck Turner: Eight