I'm headed to the south of France
Police don't know I snuck
Just a couple years ago my feet was
$450 for da Remy I don't drink
liquor unless it's looking brown
We done came a long way from the
city I represent the town
I got my father's attitude they
Moved across the country don't need
your words I just needed space
Trust some of these hoes more than
my family most these people fake
I learned to love the hate more than
the love it's of acquired taste
Put Gucci on her bracelet I just fucked her
Waygu on my plate got forks and knives
don't have to wait the queue
Folding under pressure y'all would snitch
if y'all knew what I done knew
Why some of my homies had to go
so I could see these views,
Slide out to the blade birds is
flocking I could smell the chicken
Ion even gotta say too much baby
Never lost my hustle my whole life
had to do sum heavy lifting
Fuck you motherfuckers y'all just
mad that I'm still out here living
My denim Martine Rose and it ain't
out my closet reference pieces
Every time I drop I'm talking money
When I touch an m I'll own a prop
erty I said fuck them leases
Ain't showing your lil homie the right
way I don't know what you teachin,
How you backdoor your own
Man of many names but the artist
Always kept composure I could
never lose my functioning
Bands up in my pocket already
Manage time better doing too
See what's on the street already
know that I done hustled it
Weigh up all the options see the cards
Said my ego big told that bitch I
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