I'm guessin' it's a blessin' I'm not just lucky
They say son hate the spotlight when they discuss me
On a filthy night my man was serving a
custie
Under my mom's window wanted to murder this dummy
If she caught us down here rakin' this dirty money
It'll be ugly
She flushed it before, now she feel like she can't trust me
'Cause Jung hid his jumb's in the building
and I peeped him
I was low so I stole 'em and sold 'em while he was sleepin'
Re-up, gave it back with interest, we even
Some of these things that we escape, I can't believe it
Knicks game up in the seats, I barely hit the floor
Not tryna sit across from somebody lady I hit before
Top of fourth quarter, I skate, hit the liquor store
Lambo Aventador, Maybach with a minibar
Met a girl from Senegal, told her 'bout Medgar Evers
While combin' through Louis sweaters, we spinnin' and savin' letters, G's and M's
How can nikkas front like this nikka ain’t the GOAT?