[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