[Part I]

[Intro]
Red
Jabari on the beat

[Verse]
I have a mindset of a millionaire but can't gain a dollar
The same yung n***a that was raised by his mama but half his life knew his father
Don't know any snakes in the grass but the only snakes I know are on my collar
Get me the guap and im laughing like ah haha
But I'm smart about my money , gotta stay financially clever
We all got flaws and sins but i guess that's whatever
I've been told if you learn by your mistakes then you will get better
I hate being shined by the sun, i rather be under the weather
I wish the world wasn't so evil put down the guns, let’s all unite and become one
See me a problem and i just run, no temple run
Can't say a lotta bad words on this because YouTube will probably get this demonetized
Always dreamt of myself riding first-class flights
Play dangerous games, you get a dangerous price
They hear me rap now and say “this YoungRichChris n***a nice”
I rather invest my wealth and make more than pay 180 on some ice
I've been feeling pessimistic
Use to be laughed at cause I'm different
Thought i was trippin
Wish i could disappear, no magician
They ask me “How the fuck do you feel”
My life is a movie, the shit is surreal
Imma be on my shit when i reach a record deal
I wanna be like meek and make a mil
I'm going through the motions
Time slips away and I'm caught in the moment
Can't pop me no pills, can't do no potions
You n***as be on the gram, bragging and boasting
Said you pop n***as like pimples but you don't even tote it
Said you wanna be like Polo G but you ain't a real g
Wanna speak on my life but bearly even know me
Your perfect the way you are, shine bright like a star
Even though you got your flaws and done some sins
At the end of the day, we are humans
Fuck a fake one, i need real friends
Real fucking friends to the fucking end
The ones who gon stick by me when i go through a struggle
The ones who gon pick a n***a up when I’m down
Yeah, when I'm down, yeah

[Part II]

[Intro]
Hit me a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright umm
Yuh
Ayyyyeee
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh huh
What, huh, what huh, Playboi Carti shit, huh, yuh, huh, yuh

[Verse]
Bitch, i stay posted all the way in the back
Peter Griffen, bank account real fat, huh
How the fuck you snitchin on yo people, lil n***a you a rat
Like rhi rhi, i put in the work
My shawty, she a flirt
Canary chain, yellow like mustard
These n***as that are talking shit are really absurd
Ru- ru-ru- run up on fam and ill grab yo fuckin face and put that shit in the muthafuckin dirt yuh
You see me, e-y-e, ballin like im Mo Bamba, Sheck Wes shit
Run up on a n***a, get slit like a wrist, I stay hot, oven mitt
Boss moves, too quiet, we some gs, no lasagna
Make a swole n***a cry to his mama
Got me a pack no Fendi
Night night n***a might put you to sleep
My lamb is a frog, hop out the shit, then i just leap
Can't fuck with a thotty, they suck up the gang like a leach
You fuck with my brothers, then you are my enemy