(Verse 1)
(*##$, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch

Cause it keep getting bit
I had to lay low like they was looking for the kid
All points bulletin, bathing ape hoodies in

My sports car internet star
Killing ^!$$%s digitally like they SOCOM
I'm so calm in the mist of the storm

Nonchalant, but I'm very aware what's going on
F-ck mowing the grass for the snakes, I set fire to the lawn
Baked Spitta kill beats, send flowers to the wake

Couple hoes deliver some roses and the cake
What you want, stop the jets fool you must be on
More than one, no shots I'm just making it known

I got a gun, got a walk smoking on, pop
%#@! wicked in the city trying to survive, then you should stick with me
Ya'll don't want to be the duck to get stuck, when the situation turns sticky

Do your research, homework, history
Iceberg, denim jackets opened up a fresh package of hanes t-shirts
Wifebeaters, white as my next door neighbors

White as my bottom (*##$ Mercedes
White as squares on the checkered flag when it's waving
We winning, needless to say it

Throw some away and some to the cleaners
Champagne stain %#@!, Spitta get lifted like sanctions
Vocabulary gangster, my ink pen has shanked me

Jet life til the
Coffins dropped in the grave, get filled up
But for now, I'mma live my life lit up