Boy you should know that I got you on my mind Your secret admirer I’ve been watching you
I got a bag, I’m working Her bag, is Birkin My past, ain’t perfect I brag, on purpose The cash, gon’ surface (yeah) The tag, is paper That’s hard construction, 2 holes, staple Good brain she got that knowledge I’m gonna acknowledge Skills already polished Dope, narcotics Yellow wrist snotty, garage got a lobby 8-Ball and MJ, break a bitch college Hope you don’t think I lost it My kids think I’m awesome I’m a seed that just blossomed Take they head then I toss ’em down the river The stream, this shit gone stream I’m lit, I mean since age fifteen It’s my birthday, are we fuckin’ Some head, give me somethin’ Ballin’ like Kentucky (swish) Woke up then you lucky You can tell I ain’t stressed Chains on the dresser Had to get that off my chest Achoo, you know I’m blessed (achoo) I play my part, I ate, I starved If knowledge is key, I got an automatic start It’s the South Atlanta Don, leave ’em leanin’ in the stall With a needle in they arm, yeah, these bars are fentanyl, yeah Streets is Vietnam, yeah, please don’t be alarmed, yeah When I was in a wheel chair I treat it like a lawn chair Optimistic man, you must have missed it, you know the statistics Die or go to prison, inside the Wraith like the Solar System (tell em) I beat the odds, nigga I’m the one made the .357 spark, nigga Bought the Cullinan and Urus just to fart, nigga Drop the seat, hit the button and massage, nigga, yeah Look in the mirror say I did it myself But God right here, he know I needed some help I seen ’em follow trends ’till they end up broke Read a book, change their diet, talkin’ bout stay woke