Diadora pants, not the shoes them is wack
Made a good 5 M being me speaking facts
Got a crown for a hat, I'm a king and a mack
Every goldie on encrusted in diamonds and they react
Jacket must be a flak, can't nothing harm or effect me
Got a smooth 90's dark skin, feel sorta like Wesley
But I ain't going bankrupt, merch got my bank up
Credit Karma hit me, new accounts tryna link up
North is where the [?] goin at was hatin'
Could be 40 years, Ima kill 'em with they release him
13's I lace 'em, being broke as Jason
Turn the Friday Night Lights off, the stone still pacin'
I'm more gangsta Mason, Betha no disrespecta
While Harlem was on a rise, I arrive with a Beretta
The original steppa, every bottom was redder
I get top and I don't love a bitch, ho, or a hefer I'm gone
