It's that shit you could get high to That shit that you could vibe to Ride through I slide too I only think about wealth, that's why I say to myself Some do, but I don't need no help My shit is top shelf When your pants cost 2 bands, you don't need a belt I reek of money Dior with a slight reefer smell They showing love for the moment but wanna see me fail Not a chance in hell My shit legit, I used to send packs in the mail Free my niggas from them cages just praying for bail Residue and wooga shells, that's all I know Can't remember the last time I touched a remote I'm smoking weed just to cope The system ain't built for niggas so I don't even vote Although I'm rich, I won't even boast I seen the most Niggas rich as hell turn broke Times get too tough and niggas turn to dope I started as a young lord now I'm the GOAT And keep your mouth closed, that's one of my oaths You know It's that shit you could get high to That shit that you could vibe to Ride through I slide too