I pull up, in a yellow Lambo' like Pikachu (oh, yeah) My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, now look at you (oh) I know you're somewhere, down bad 'Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo's (oh, yeah) I got nothing to prove, but a whole lot to lose My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school My Uncle Dub got knocked and ended up on the news This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn't pick and choose
I used to pray for some better days Ten years later, I'm in L.A. whippin' a Bentayga I'm paid up with entertainers, Henny, no chaser And bad bitches by the cases, they entertain us
I know my ex-bitch down bad and regretting Leavin' me, watchin' every little thing I do I know my old friends tell they new friends That I switched up and tell 'em stories that were never true
Shit ain't nothin' new (nah), I'm livin' comfortable How the fuck are you hating? Just two years ago, I was like you Ninth grade, dropped out of school, used to sleep on JD's couch This year I bought my mom a house, who would've knew that I would
Pull up, in a yellow Lambo' like Pikachu (oh, yeah) My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, now look at you (oh) I know you're somewhere, down bad 'Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo's (oh, yeah) I got nothing to prove, but a whole lot to lose My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school My Uncle Dub got knocked and ended up on the news This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn't pick and choose
Yeah, I get to thinking of this shit, it's like, hm, look Never did you wrong, never told you nothing wrong, no I always kept it one hundred from the jump, oh I always tried to keep it cool, but you were so cold (I did) There's a lot more to the story that they don't know (oh, whoa) There's a lot more to the story than the photo (oh, oh) There's a lot more to the story and we both know But it's okay, I'll be good, no, oh Long as my money right, I'll be good, no, oh Long as my bitch fine, I'll be good, oh-oh Long as the circle tight, then I'm good, on God
