Verse 1:
See i bought some new kicks
Caught up in the mix
The chicks love my air-force one´s with the rubber grips
Its a new season, got my hands in the bag of tricks
Got my t-mag jersey from the 6
Days, just blaze
I can't wait, cuz the winning taste is so great
Ima stake the time with my fantasy
Cuz i never look back and bitches acting funny

Got money
Buy a lot of shoes, dope bags looking funky
Wake up to the smell of tha real good skunky
I love my brother ? he a god damn monkey
"Pull up on a hater"
He is like see ya later
Where you going bitch
"Going to my ?"
Its like that, its like that every time
I like to rhyme cause i know everybody trying
But they trying
But they trying

But they trying
It ain't good enough
Really putting in work in this ? stuff
Know people got a verse so im a happy kid
I lost my mom, but my dad took care of me
Seven years in a whole different country
Just dad, bro, me and lil speedy
Life changed so fast, this shits crazy
Im busy all the time, working hard, never lazy
Boom, bout to get it
I got something good going on
Take it chill baby
Take my family with me
Young boy watching 50
He had the all gold rolly
The baggy pants
And his flow was holy
He put the gangsta in me
He made me think about the money
I mean living the dream
Shit i think about it every day
They say if you pray, your dreams come through
Still a young ? gratitude, many moods
She think im stupid
You sending everybody n***s
Your not special bitch, you hanging with some nasty dudes
I got a attitude for girls with nasty, saggy boobs
Saggy nasty boobs
Bad attitude
For nasty bitches
No more bullshit
Ima burn more brigdes
Turn the right swicthes
Love this beat so much
Had to make a remix
Shoutout Mac Miller you a genius