[ Featuring Radamiz ]
Here's my trophy for showing up
Look at me growing up
Thought that I would make it here
But I wasn't hoe enough
You still looked like Catherine Zeta-Jones
When I sobered up
And I still want my flowers
For the both of us
I wanna live in a Rent-A-Center
That takes my card
I fall in love with anything
That breaks my heart
And there's a trick to it
Woke up in a cloud of smoke
It's been a confounding road
Filling out my Mad-Libs, city doing ad-libs
I got me some major label looks that
Didn't pay me out like Rad did
Even on my worst of days you
Look at me like Brad Pitt
Promise you that I won't f*ck this
Up the way my dad did
I just put my mom in Gucci
It's thе first of the month
You smell the sеven thousand dollars worth
Of "merch" in the glove
You know we feel it so acutely
It's a curse from above
It was aimless, it was cruel
It was worth it for love
Bright light at the end of the tunnel
One set of prints in the rubble
White light at the end of the tunnel
That's where you carried me
I just put my mom in Gucci
That's the first time in life
When Adidas out of stock but
You can't get real stripes
You need the props and propaganda
I just need one mic
Twenty dollar tap-to pay I had
To use three swipes
Now I'm mentally Bill Gates, mentally Russell
You busy praying to pills, wait
I just meant to disrupt you
Bank account at Equinox, flexing every muscle
Thousands like a muzzle you won't
Hear or see me bubble
Ain't been thirsty for fame but
You can pour my drink
I got a girl on Wilhelmina tryna roll my tree
Got fans that like Travis Scott
And even Kool Moe Dee
I never let a hater fee-fi-fo my dream
Yeah it's ran in my DNA
Getting paid incorporated ETA every day
That's for my parents' sake
Ignore the hate ignore the fake
I been a databank
Two chains on me Rolls Royce the
Door is that a way
Bright light at the end of the tunnel
One set of prints in the rubble
White light at the end of the tunnel
That's where you carried me