I'm out here chillin
With my dark thoughts
Lil momma got me feeling
Like I'm at the top
Too many diamonds in the safe
I don't know which to rock
So many lights up in my way
I don't know how to stop
Lately I've been having visions
Of my troubled past
It got me sippin out this glass
Versace foreign class
She say she love me
But I know she only love herself
I need to know if it's for real
Or if I'm on the shelf
Fuck a label
You could never try to shelf me
I'm not your buddy
You could never try to Elf me
Sniffin snow like it was Christmas
Call me Ralphie
But no this ain't no BB gun
My shooters feeling stealthy
Matter of fact I'm feeling wealthy
Money bags for breakfast
Silver Oak I'm feeling healthy
Oh
Baby girl you say you love me huh
But let's just see if you could
Love me without money love
For real
Two thousand twenty
Been a trip for me
Demons screaming at me
Sounding like a symphony
I'm fucking Tiffany's
And Brittany's
They stick to me
I swear these hoes the same
I'm really needing something
Different please
I thought I found her
She was in disguise
I was so hungry for her love
But she just fed me lies
So much money
I might retire
I'm only twenty five
I went from flippin pies
To on the rise
But that ain't no surprise
Bitch I'm a king
My momma said I'd always be a star
The world is mine
Should change my name
To Tony Scarface
If life's a race
You know I'm winning that
This hip hop a game to me
You know I'm winning rap
Dark nights
Got me fucking with these lesser bitches
Late nights
These women cater
Call em Alfred bitches
Took a break from selling crack
I started writing raps
And then you know what happened after that
For real
