Friends & Family

(Wheezy outta here)

To riches from rags

I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (woah)

I hit the road, I spend a twenty clip minimum every time I wanna shop

High out my mind, I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got

I'm gettin' bags, I'm right in the middle of quarantine, made ten million on the dot

Rick owen pants, my right pocket full of them xans, I know that I said I would stop

Man with the plan, I told 'em, just follow my lead, and I took my whole team to the top

Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt, if I see it, I want it, I cop

Shoutout gb's, I got some connеctions in queens, I get my j's before thеy drop

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy

Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'

Your ex was lookin' deceivin'

Beverly hills, I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like mic' jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis v pants, and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet, I got on them travis scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan, then they gon' hop out the van and take you for whatever you got

My bitch is tanned, I'm on a yacht out in cabo, got villas that take up the block

When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex

Let her be free, I ain't 'bout catchin' no feelings, I'm catchin' a flight on a jet

She try to leave me, no, I'm not takin' it easy, fuck on her friend, she upset

Knew I was smart, my teachers ain't think I'd achieve, gave a fuck about passin' a test

They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me, got rings, I could buy a patek

Opps lookin' dusty, I got some demons, so trust me, keepin' my foot on they neck

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy

Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'

Your ex was lookin' deceivin'

Beverly hills, I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like mic' jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis v pants, and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet, I got on them travis scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces (wheezy outta here)