Yeah... I don't know how we keep coming up with this shit man Trillest, look As a youth I was a Big Boi, they done labeled me an Outkast Now i'm living off Peachtree Just bought a couch that cost Three Stacks Seen homies get they nose clean, just to fuck around and relapse Rick James'ing on the couch while I'm like Damn I thought you beat that So now I mostly keep it humble though Use to check my balance before I'd swipe, but I was fucking though Used to keep some girls in different boroughs in case my buddy pulled I'd have to pack my bag up and find somewhere to fucking go And I would always fuck then go Ain't too proud of everything I did, but I still love it though I'm just glad i never had a kid - at least from what I know I try to change my life up every time get too comfortable You can't see me, this too easy I used to hold that pussy over everything, Rafiki Doubled down on myself because you could never be me And I listen to my OGs when they passing down their teachings Now all this money in my pocket got me feeling some way Hella ones in the stacks, they all over my place She gone catch it if throw it, I can see in her face I can see in her Bands on me like I know how big I'm bout to be popping Fam on me like, "God dammit that shit that you got is a problem" Song sounding like I really be living this shit, I ain't talking Yeezy store in my closet, this shit cleaner than comet My bitch look like a problem, I pulled up in porsche I win by staying honest, I can't do shit that's forced Fans tell me they love me, that shit fucking me up Back then I was nothing, I just keep leveling up I just keep doubling up, I just keep doubling down I just keep running it up, I ain't been fucking around I made WAVs with the sound, that made waves with the sound I made a way with a way that I made that made them all come around Now all this money in my pocket got me feeling some way Hella ones in the stacks, they all over my place She gone catch it if throw it, I can see in her face I can see in her Bands on me like I know how big I'm bout to be popping Fam on me like, "God dammit that shit that you got is a problem" Song sounding like I really be living this shit, I ain't talking Yeezy store in my closet, this shit cleaner than comet