[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)