[Intro: Uncle Mael]
And i want the biggest house n***a
With the biggest cars and the biggest wheels
Make the inter- make the leather white n***a
Bring out the tone in my skin
I want white interior n***a
Crome wheels
Yeah n***a
N***a throw throw some hundreds on the seats n***a
I want money on the seats n***a
And i want that bump in the trunk n***a
Ya feel me?

[Chorus: IshDARR] x2
Its the feeling i get
Its the n***as I'm with
Hustle became rich
Ignoring the lame shit
I ain't, changing up
They lame and blaming us
Friends disappearing
David blaining us

[Verse 1: IshDARR]
Born in 96' yeah
Don't forget it yeah
Still spittin' laxatives
He got that shit yeah
They like, that n***a kill it
We know that this his year
Young king crown tee with my gold chair
Came a long way
No name in colors
Do old shit with my brother
Like them n***as got another
Why Boodah up in school ima make you n***as suffer
Fuck eatin, we feastin' like the last supper
Who is that n***a
Little black with the gap n***a
Gave me a mic and tell em its a wrap n***a
Matter fact, no dap some of y'all doubtin
Some of y'all lost me think i found it
Coming from a young n***a got the folks so astounded
Hustle hustle hustle momma rarely did allowance
She handle my castle now i don't need an accountant
Soon we only touching millions have my whole team counting
[Chorus: IshDARR] x2
Its the feeling i get
Its the n***as I'm with
Hustle became rich
Ignoring the lame shit
I ain't, changing up
They lame and blaming us
Friends disappearing
David blaining us

[Verse 2: IshDARR]
To be honest
I can't wait no more
We at the top of the top
I don't see a place no more
Young and I'm winning
I don't have to say no more
I want my money in a safe
Don't want a bank no more
Feel i owe my momma
Gotta repay my daddy
So im takin every mic
And snatchin every n***a grammy
Sista jimela
Could you please go and tell my grannie
I'm bout to win and put on for my whole damn family
And thats crazy
All the things we did in 4 months
(?)
Like here he come
It ain't the city i was born
But the city that I'm from
On my mind so i say it
I can't never bite my tongue
In the days with the escort
Now its beamers and magnums
Imagine him going platinum
My teachers think I'm just rapping
It was, Mr Herv who supported my plan of action
THE BETTER LIFE ain't just money, bitches, and fashion
[Chorus: IshDARR] x2
Its the feeling i get
Its the n***as I'm with
Hustle became rich
Ignoring the lame shit
I ain't, changing up
They lame and blaming us
Friends disappearing
David blaining us

[Outro: Uncle Mael]
Oooooh, ooooohh
Lordy lordy
Whats all this better life talk nephew?
You don-
You don't like the life you
You living right now?
You know what we use to do back in my day?
We didn't have socks
We was wearing the same socks for weeks
And you talking bout bitches and money
And if i hear you cuss again I'm telling your mom
I'm telling you that now
I heard you cuss in that song
I don't think your mom would be happy with that
Do you though nephew
I love you