I remember sleepin' on my brother couch
Yeah, with a couple thou'
Now look at me now
We don’t even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like fill-out-form, yeah
Know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time
But name a nigga who’ll be on time
Your fans, they fantasize, you wanted me? A nigga be lyin'
Hood legend, my city be wildin'
I’m in the trenches, wanting pensions
With the family, that’s extended
Livin' dangerous, half in it
Like Nav, it’s been a minute
Make you mad? But I didn’t
You know I’m up, no snooze
Ice on me like hockey dudes
Watch 12, yeah, we watch news, man
Yeah, hit-stick, combos, I got moves
Can’t swim but she gon' pool
Chain too cold, I keep my cool
Money talk, it be so rude, fresh to death like Beetlejuice
Stack it up, I want my check
Will Smith, yeah, you know I’m fresh
It’s a stake for cheese like Philly
Moncler on when I feel chilly
Aw, man, damn, my pockets swollen, yeah
Aw, man, my pockets full of blue old bands, yeah
She wanna order take-out but I still go in
Fuckin' on baby girl, she give her all back
I do not live by the water but girl is an ocean
We do not play no football, where’s the motion?
Nigga mad, we was just tourin', you mad at your own skin
Hey, Matilda, I open the door, yeah, with no hands
Yeah, I jumped off the porch, I didn’t wanna hold hands
Yeah, growin' up in the hood as a kid, you become a grown man
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch
Yeah, with a couple thou'
Now look at me now
We don’t even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah
Know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time
But name a nigga who’ll be on time
I remember sleepin' on my brother couch
Yeah, with a couple thou'
Now look at me now
We don’t even be speakin' no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah
Know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time
But name a nigga who’ll be on time
Yeah, I’m on the block, you with the runts
We got opps, so I stunt, see us ball like I don’t
I be goin' hard, we go up, niggas mad 'cause they suck
I’m in the crib, my bitch roll up, Murakami pillow when we lay up
Boy you fake, David Blaine, remember I used to take the trains
Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet the gang
I’m in the hood, I don’t tuck my chain, ask Siri, what’s my name
Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?