Lyrics
From hand me downs to family trips
Out the country, teacher told me that I can't be shit
And then I made it and he told me that I can't be rich
Independent and you know how I'mma answer this
I'm a professional ass-beater
Never a gambling man, balling the wrong sneakers
Still win-it-all nigga, will is a strong teacher
They love to, yo, they little two cents from the tall bleachers
Regular nigga, they look at me like a song's preacher
This bitch over here gonna say she a darn Diva
I looking said "Soho", like we was on bleaker
I could see your whole truth, like I'm a palm reader
Billionaire Boys Club, baby, we all eager
It's crazy I did everything I said I would
House by the Riverside, house by the beach
And a condo in the city mine
Dirty on my passport, feeling like I'm 59
I'm a mobile light, you ain't gotta give me shine
A lot of pain struggle and resilience living in these lines
Never would have even made a head with a whimpy spine
Clown nigga still in the sewer, I call them Pennywise
Dudes really know me, don't go against me, it's never wise
Seeing how I did The Impossible way too many times
Never went well with a ceiling, you gotta let me fly
Still living good through the drama, you niggas getting by, bye
