[Intro]
Tuned up
Ay bro, is that Jambo?

[Chorus]
I’m tryna show you how to murder the fashion
I’m tryna step on all these n***as in Dior
Draining my energy, just tryna stay happy
I tote a Glock and F&N while I’m on tour
Someone told my angels are one phone call away
Standing under raindrops, I’m accepting that my clouds are grey

[Verse]
I spent ten thousand on Rhude, like I got a attitude
I get too high, I’m a martian
My diamonds rose like a garden
I keep it on me, I’m important
Think Glock should give me a endorsement
Ayy
Neighborhood hero, keep my heat, like I’m Tyler
200 on the car dash, still a rob you
Days we couldn’t see food, now wе eat steak and lobster
Ain’t nonе but designer and some monsters in my closet
I cut off my ears, I won’t trust these n***as far as I can hear 'em
Forgis on the coupe, I been balling way above the rim
I been missing L, but it’s cool, I’m chasing after Ms
365, daily, and that’s why these Cartier lens
Put her in the air, I been in my zone, like the Cardinals
I just drink codeine, I don’t drink no beer, so we don’t bargain
Car ain’t got no roof, I hit this gas, this motherfucker barking
Used to go half on gas with Joe, now it take a button just to start it
Can’t catch no more charges
Start selling Extenze, just to remind you I’m the hardest
Is it safe to say them demons are praying?
Want you to know I don’t need you
You plastic, you see through
I rather and I wanna be all alone
You was wrong if you doubted me
I came up from poverty
I need 10 houses on the hill, I’m tryna Patrick my home