[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
I came too far, I can't turn back now
I'm from the streets, you can check my background
We at the shows, we don't do no pat-downs
We at the shows, we don't do no, uh
Yeah, uh, ain't no conversation
I was with cuz, he copped the Rollie, then I copped the bracelets
Cuz was with me, I copped the foreign, like Soulja Boy, we cranked it
Right now, I'm with a bad bitch, she give me education
Hmm, call me Bean Brady, I like runnin' plays
I bought these diamonds just to shine, 'cause they like throwin' shade
These n***as think they catchin' up, I'm pickin' up the pace
Can ask my hood, I been that n***a since like the second grade
Hmm, streets active, better keep a pistol
5.7s in the fin, boy we shootin' missiles
Get a close-up on these diamonds, boy, these clear crystal
Them n***as touch a couple dollars, better check my credentials
N***a, I been gettin' money, been touchin' pape', hmm
Been rockin' custom jewelry, whips up to date
N***a, my pockets been sloppy since MLK
N***a, I been takin' risks, doin' what it take
Hmm, ain't no glass house, the whip five percent
N***a think I'm tryna hide, I'm tryna hide the stick
'Member my first Prada shoes, been rockin' Prada since
I never seen no silver spoon, I got it out the trenches