[Verse]
I ain't really one for tellin' hood tales
Uptown tryna blend with my hood self
I'll show you how to come up when you took L's
And when it's all said and done I hope my book sells
I know shooters sixteen but he looks twelve
Now we gangsters and rappers it's a crooks world
I got fifty thousand in my footwell
So me just being me, I lost a good girl
I know you're worried that these pussies wanna take my life
And I don't stay the night, I never take advice
Or we gon' roll it up and count this paper twice
In this pain, I thrive, I got a winners state of mind
It's fucked cah they raise us to be losers
And kicked us out of school and sent us jail so I know lonely and confusion
My whole life it's been isolation and exclusion
All this segregation kinda forced the conclusion that I'm good all on my own
I want you to roll, but if you don't then I still gotta go
Now this whips two-tone and every other day it's Bond Street or Sloane
Self-made and I'm self-owned
He can't chat to me I'll make that prick move home
Still out here but I ain't on the strip two phones
I don't do nothing but these bricks do loads
I said I don't do nothing but these bricks do loads
Pull up in something ostentatious
I smell like money, I should drop the fragrance
Your bitch put me on 'round the clock surveillance
Feds hope I got rich and forgot the pagans
Forget about Frankie, I been singing like Sinatra
I was sixteen when I read The Godfather
Probably on basic thinking 'bout my real father
When they break your heart, it just makes you real smarter
I need a Kalashnikov for this never ending saga
I'm tryna bring it home and have a carve up
Mummy, I'm a star, I know they said that I'd be starred up
Broke and hard up, now they call me sir and they invite me to the Gala
I give you the world just don't give me no wahala
Come here, girl, let me make your head a bit bigger
It can't just be me, I swear your batty's getting larger
Mogul but I started with my phone and my charger
You can't sit at this table, it's eight figures for a starter
One of one AP, one of one Prada
I couldn't dream of this when I was doing Glen Starva
[Outro]
Shit, cah I ain't really one for tellin' hood tales
Uptown tryna blend with my hood self
Who showed you how to come up when you took L's?
Huh, ahh
(G way or no way)