Yeah,
so I pick up the pieces and turn my pencil with thesis
Now my fifth is restored cause I had to talk with Jesus
Said impossible is nothing, I pull up my Adidas
I just hope that when I prove it all my loved ones get the Zetus
You boys are fickle,
you love me,
you wanna fight me
I only spill my blood when I spit on a Biggie type beat
I'm in Delilah in a fresh plain white sea
On this microphone I portray the plight of
a white seas Somewhere between reality or fantasy
Look,
my demise is something you should never plant to see
I manifested fortunes,
all I did was plant the seed
I remember when my family couldn't afford to eat
Now it's Louis, Lucy,
Valenciaga Louis, Lucy,
Valenciaga
Louis,
Lucy,
Valenciaga No, mama, no, mama, no, mama
Louis, Lucy,
Valenciaga Louis, Lucy,
Valenciaga Louis,
Lucy,
Valenciaga No,
mama,
no,
mama,
no,
mama