[ Featuring Teezo Touchdown ]
Spent a stupid amount on this motherf*cker, man (shit)
Tryna take my soul tonight
Tell me what the them hoes are like (ooh)
Let my chain hang low tonight (let my shit hang, nigga)
Let my chain hang low tonight (open up the door)
Fame is awesome but it's exhausting
Proceed with caution if you want to be an artist
I do this often even when it's autumn
Gotta work hard so I can end up in a foreign
I bought my first car, it was a Honda at an auction
I ain't gon' lie, I still shop at Nordstrom's
When I was broke, I ain't have an option
Still same nigga eatin' cereal, watching Martin
Staying up, threw the Xanny's out
Stuck in the studio, drag me out
I finally moved out my granny house
St-still a hood nigga, better watch your mouth (watch your mouth)
I'm so pure with this shit, man
Tryna take my soul tonight (you wish you could)
Tell me what the them hoes are like (I hope they're good)
Let my chain hang low tonight (chain hang low)
Let my chain hang low tonight (chain hang low)
Middle of the mall, jeweler tryna wave me down
Not right now, my first chain turned brown
Cowboy boots on like I'm on fairgrounds
I'm nothing like these clowns, I'm on my manure
Boy, dem is not diamonds, dem just mirrors
Objects may shine brighter than they appear
Ay, be clear, this my daddy house
Put me on the flyer, bring the baddies out, candy Caddy's out
In the bank pulling baggies out
I'll be there all day, you gotta drag me out
'Scuse me, sir, did you know your tag was out?
'Scuse me, ma'am, do you know your ass is out?
Man, don't sound hurt
Well, he is, he's just working on some shit
Until it gets less shitty
Copped my first chain from the beauty salon
Turned my neck green like the front of your lawn
Made some more bread and then I went to the pawnshop
Bought me a Rollie that was somebody else's
Think about the pain that they probably had dealt with
From selling your own shit, they probably felt hopeless
Ay, but can I be real? Can I be real? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm probably not where I want to be but that's okay
'Cause I came from the deep
I was low like the soil
Water and oil, we don't mix but I can give you the world
I stay down like a soldier in trenches, f*ck all you bitches
Ain't 'bout that bread you can't keep my attention (no, no)
I sent my intentions, you'll tun up to cheerlead
Playing my beats and they thought I was silly
Broke like a joke until I made a milli', yeah (million)
