| Went from a Rolex to an AP |
| They said I skipped Patek Philippe |
| I got on cuban link chokers |
| It’s like diamonds when a nigga breathe |
| Interrogated, I don’t know nothin' |
| My trap just all controlled substances |
| Pull up, Hellcat, I still be tryin' to talk to God |
| I run with aliens, can’t wait to buy 'em Audemars |
| Outfit ten thousand, dog, I’m lookin' like I’m swipin' cards |
| Lambo, tinted |
| Rolls-Royce, rented |
| Backpack, Fendi |
| Hundred thousand in it |
| I’m hurt, but winnin' |
| Yeah, yeah, I’m hurt, but winnin' |
| When she get high like candles, she just blow me, and I put her out |
| In the hills, reminiscin' 'bout the shit that I can’t forget about |
| Had to find my way in, a nigga rock Louis Vuitton |
| A nigga go through a lot, I’m still surprised that we holdin' on |
| Load up them Glocks, and we go hunt for them niggas |
| Now his shirt look like ketchup |
| Go down, you try to check us |
| Walkin' with my chest up, yeah |
| Ride through my hood, I made it out here first |
| I see the J’s through my lens, it hurt |
| Me and L, we was just like Wayne and Turk |
| Like me and L just like Wayne and Turk |