Ride around town with the tool on me I can't get caught slippin' like no fool on me Locked up with my dawgs, don't need no new homies We ain't beef, you just a n***a, I out-crew homies These lit bitch-ass n****s, we talkin' shit like they a gangsta Been the first ones cryin' when n****s get hit with the banger Fresh-ass n***a designer all up on my ankles Cardio bustin', they be complimentin' my fingers Only room for two in the forest Wakin' up to you every morning Everything we do is so important, ayy But I need time to myself now New Balenciaga, twelve hundred, just a step now Had to find myself, I started havin' mill-to-mill downs Fuckin' Buku Flames like every night I'm out on vacation Had to leave my bitch, she tryin' to play me like my PlayStation Take a trip to L.A. but I feed in the sand And rollin' as the time go by Got n****s hatin' on me, I can't hear what they sayin' It's crazy, I don't even know why Pussy bitch, I'm still a gangster, tell a fucker, man, he's dead on me Later with a model, countin' bitches in my bed on me Know I'm not a pussy, but I gotta keep that lead on me I smoke a n***a just like Craig on me, ayy Christian Dior, I be rockin', I like fashion Then we haters, left the bitches in my passes This ain't good life, only people could imagine I remember all them days when they ain't had shit Ayy, twenty thousand dollars, made it one night Cussin' people off, cause they just wasn't right Everything was dark, I found the sunlight Ayy, made a million dollars off of one mic How is it though, man, like just seein' new places and like Goin' to cities that you never thought you might go to, you know what I mean? It's sad, man, it's fuckin' like, I remember, I remember, I remember We was doin' shows for five hundred dollars Ayy, look, grew up in the trenches, jumpin' fences, I'm a polychild Woke up every day like, fuck the world, I ain't no hotspot Three hot guns, a whole bunch of drugs, I was ridin' Beefin' with the opps, all in they spot, yeah, I was out of bounds My items were soldiers, lemon, iris, and I'm not a baller Told me I should leave, she would come back, but I ain't never saw her Focusin' on rappin', kept on rappin', I start gettin' raw Now I'm nigga rich, the girl got dixie, we got plenty laws Went to jail, my bitch was cheatin' on me while she chosin' me Sittin' in that cell with sketchy hair, I'm finna eat, go to sleep 2015 lost it all, the devil had a hold of me Faked up in my saints, bitch, I'm a saint, I rock the floor to leave I don't weep with niggas, I observe and act accordingly In a booth alone, don't trust a nigga who recordin' me Diamonds on my neck, they shinin' bright, it's probably hard to see Died for my respect, that's all my life, don't guess what hard to be Christian Dior, I be rockin', I like fashion Done with haters, left them bitches in my pasty This ain't good life, only people could imagine I remember all them things when they ain't askin' Ayy, $20,000, made it one night Cut some people off, cause they just wasn't right Everything was dark, I found the sunlight Ayy, made a million dollars off of one night Thank you for watching!