[Verse 1: LG]
This whole world turning so imperialistic
Everybody so fake, so materialistic
They give a f** about the dress code
They want a big check though
They want a big rollie to roll with the Range Rove
Homeboys think they stuntin' coz they wear a lot of Stussy
They got bucket hats and fitted caps
It's getting kinda ugly
Girls going mad, they going kinda loco
They in love with the Prada
The Gucci and the Coco
[Verse 2: LG]
Drizzy started from the bottom
Now that's a load of BS
Only roll up in the Lambo when I'm rolling up with K-West
Kim-K shopping, dropping, shopping like mañana
Got a condo out is Aspen just to compliment the Prada
[Verse 3: LG]
Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne
Are they really superheroes?
Coz when they pay their taxes - they pay with six zeroes
Zero to hero
I built it from the ground up
Now everyone - they hear me spit and watch them turn the sound up
I round up and round off
Cart-Wheeling down the runway
Now everyday I'm dropping bars, like Monday to Sunday
We ain't livin' large, we just do whatever we know
But my Casio be retro so I called it my Gambino
[Verse 4: LG]
These posers make it to the top
But in the end they stumble
Coz they never really knew what it meant to stay humble
They mumble and bumble
Their lives they start to crumble
Clay has already knocked 'em out
Before the f**in' rumble
So listen here little homie
Open up your ears
Don't listen to the world, don't listen to your peers
Write your own story, pick up your own pen
Follow your own path, don't be following no trends
It might be rocky like A$AP, that's the road more graveled
The path is always better when the path is less traveled