[Verse 1]
She had Chanel gloves
In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk
Looking like real love
f**ing the whole head trying to get to the million
But run to the G's when she wants real fun
She admired that I come from where I come from
And done all the amazing things I've done
Out of the rubble, out of hustle
[?]
Beautiful struggle
[?]
Follow homeboys above you
Come down in your dreams to warn you about them n***as and their schemes
[Verse 2]
So much [?] sh** for green
I'm in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings
Thinking 'bout so many things
More change
Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang
Mind games, b**hes [?]
Designer d** came, rearranged everything
They didn't see that it never change, still the same
Just like your OG's was saying
You thought they was playing
Cold juice in the booth
Don't spill a drop don't leave a stain
[?] old coupe, brand new
Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like [?]
[Outro: ?]
The sky's about to open up over your head
Better retire
I need vacation
Lay on a beach for about 90 years
You got 10 seconds
One
Two
Three
Four, five
Six, Seven
Eight...
(choking)
(Door slamming)