[Intro]
Yuh, Big boy things
Big boy things, ooh
Yuh, yuh
Sound 'bout right, sound 'bout right
Look

[Verse]
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
Straight to the pen, no yawnin'
Sound 'bout right
A n***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life
Yuh
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
I ain't even sleep last night, hit the studio with Omer
N***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life, man
I'm too cold, need a heater (Heater)
N***as on my left, on the right, in the front, to the back
Get left in the freezer (Freezer)
Cartier called, he got a brand new car
And I'm proud attaboy, turn the beat up (Turn that shit up)
And lately I ain't been on social media
And I ain't vacationin' either, I'm takin' daytrips to the studio and eatin' good
Pardon my french, they love me in Paris
Pardon my friends, they richer than yours
Pardon the steez, I proud of my lens
Balenciaga boxers stitched inside of my pants
You ni- (Shhh)
Oooh, you n***as not fuckin' with me
Literally, figuratively, n***as not fuckin' with me
I ran the summer last year and ran fashion
That was just a test run, you n***as just the crash dummies
I mean, do the math for me
3 years here, look at the path of me
3 years later, they wishin' bad on me
Still, I'm at the top, like a bottom that was mad horny
Gitchi, gitchi, ayayaya
Lil Kim playin' while I'm in the sky-y-y
Yeah, my new shit
My new shit harder than it's ever been
Y'all can never win