(JJ what you telling me fam) And yo it feels different When you come home to double R's and Richard Mille's This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa, tryna hit a mill I know this lifestyle ain't exactly what it seems I'm into real estate, TP and buyin' up machines Yo eighteen K watch, wipe the dust off my old kettle Pushin' fat heads in my new metal Me, I'm just livin' what I'm used to Watchin' out for people that use you In my hood they know I'm the who's who Whys everybody rappin' like they're on tryna shoot niggas Ain't cleaned a quarter mill off two dinners Yo cause' we can talk about life, I know exactly how it goes Before I ever bill a hood phone, I'd send it up the road When I was seventeen, I stacked about seventeen And everyone knew I'd be a millionaire before I reached the cemetery And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price, my niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill for a mixtape, twenty-seven for a brizzy What will be will be Nightmares and hittin' one-on-ones The streets know me, I'm well known for runnin' money up On my block I'm the reason everybody got to whippin' If my word is get him then they're bringin' out the dingers And yo it feels different When you come home to double R's and Richard Mille's This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price, my niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill for a mixtape, twenty-seven for a brizzy Let's get back to the hustlin' Back to the trap phones pumpin' Goin' hard like I never had nothing Yo it's different rules for different fools I'm investin' in bigger tools and droppin' them straight on the youngers Cah' I was like dem', tryna find money to buy skengs Til' I cleaned a whole mill out the highlands And yeah cause' I can talk about the trap and all the losses I took Standin' up in court and seein' the judge throw me a book And that's what built me, M-O-E you feel me Try and take my shit, better kill me Yeah cause' I'm the same little nigga, came up on a mad shift Ever sent five bricks on a mad trip Yo cause' if you knew better, do better I was on the exercise yard, two wetter's, takin' no check And yo it's funny how they change when you progress And makin' no money makes no sense, Slim And yo it feels different When you come home to Double R's and Richard Mille's This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die Sticks for sale and what's the price, my niggas buy I'm fresh home, I'm patterned like I never missed a minute Half a mill for a mixtape, twenty-seven for a brizzy