Growing up, with a pocket of cheese
Always was the kid who i thought i would be
But things that i see, don't ever come free
Man, i prolly should just keep it with a lock and a key
But they say, 'boy you know you gotta stay fresh'
Nah f** that, i'm planning on just keeping my checks
Slowly realizing the no need to flex
Mr. Robin Hood, who i be hustling next?
Listen bro, there's just too much on your plate
We're living in a world where they generate hate
So then we compensate
A sense of security
Material objects consume you stupidly
Now, truthfully
I dont wanna be that man
Do your own thing go buy things when you can
I will understand, if you really got sum
But you got me confused
I heard you really got none
What's that son?
What's happening?
You see me from afar and
You caught me laughing
I'm rapping
About the money you be packing
All that fake sh** while I'm just relaxing
Damn, so imma stay groovy
I'm that young boss, in a simple grey hoodie
Feeling goodie
The waves they go
DC im a star so imma glow
And I'm a shine and never fade
Already in the books so you can never throw no shade
The best kid around, I'm simple and I'm cheap
Cause i already got the crown