Verse 1: We used to catch them, skating thru the town, putting it down, knew the M.O The window was low enough for them to throw out a signal From watching how they made it, to Tryna find out way in Praying for one became just as common as saying grace is Imagine if you will how happiness gets fulfilled From deals that get you caged and actions that get you k**ed My life is based on sacrifices, either these lights get Bright enough or ima have to break something down See what my mind do? It built me where it k**s me in light of its own survival For real, ironic ain't it tho?, how sh** became at home Made us go outside until all we'd want is to make it home Decisions decisions, and what I'm here to get is a given But given where I'm at to get in position is like The price of Louis got me, deeper than ever And just think, boosters is getting fewer by the day right? Verse 2: I took a drawing to the j**elers from a girl I went to school with And asked him what it would take to show the world the way I'm moving He said, "give me a week and you won't even have to speak They say the walls are the pinkest when the diamonds are the bluest" My bad, pardon me for being harsh or abrasive I'm just explaining the drive we was on to try to make it Jeweler man, he knew it, I got the stories to prove it Back when I had the 2 door, tearing the conduit See me?, I'm taking wages wit my neighbors just in case Bron have a major night off, that's new money I blew money on bottles while standing next to the rappers who had deals With budgets on stand still, it really happened My pinky ring became a star to them up in the stands My joint was acting like somebody might cut off my hand Not in this life, that's right FGR, we keep it tight Verse 3: You feel my triumph, never, you feel my pain, you lying Tuck that away cause I am, the best you haven't heard But all your favorites have, and that's the tug of war You let them tell it I'm the best long as you close the door s**ing me in like a vacuum, but still I'm low My Capricorn tendencies make me frigid cold In '99 like, me and mine like It's whatever on this rise 'long as this elevator's sublime I wear black a lot, dress code back a block And Jordan gave me these cigars, go ahead and crack your box Vividly (vivid-ly) my vision Came to for the win but my mind got me panicking the ending Looking for a 'mil, a Lauren London with wheels But I already got a phone full of those, Brooklyn know Ain't no stopping the Bel Aire Rose from popping The more I live it the more I can't watch it, I hate it