Only 5 p.m., I’m coolin’, lightin’ donkies in Jamaica
Put a doinky in my mind, I think these doinkies made me greater
Reminiscin’ ’bout my past, it was rough, I ain’t no faker
It was rough, but ain’t no bluff, you think you tough, I’m gettin’ paper
Mind expanded, know I’m trained to go
Get more rocks, shit like the figure four
Easy, I molded like snow
Always on go, I was just under, below
Niggas was hatin’ on me
Patiently, I made it here, it was slow
Couple niggas would’ve called it fast
I was on a mission for the dash
Humble nigga, I know it feels
I was just having no cash
I was just having no bag
Dead broke, standing in the rain
Youngest nigga puttin’ in the pain
Now we screamin’, “Money ain’t a thing”
Chillin’, but it’s savage in my veins
I’ma keep on comin’ with the flames
They already labeled me elite
So if I lose then I’m the one to blame
Really I got pain in my heart
If you tryna gang, I be smart
I stay in my lane, play my part
But when it come to gang, get sparked
Really though, I ride for my brothers
Started as a promise to my mother
Yeah, I know exactly where I’m headed
It be too much on my mind when I stutter
I don’t wanna see nobody suffer
Everybody eatin’, call it supper
Really though, I made it out the gutter
Lil Tjay, the one and only, ain’t no other
Now everybody love me, I ain’t no lover
They tryna throw they face on the scene
There ain’t no motivation in the hood
We livin’ with no escape, what I seen
I had to march and pace for the green
I know I couldn’t wait for this dream
I’m tryna get this cake, gotta elevate
Pop out, drippin’ Dior to Celine
Rollin’ up Russian Cream when I had the scene
You could tell a young’un’ livin’ his dream
Dead like I’m off of a bean
Millionaire teen, now you can search me up on Bing
Now these bitches wanna fuck
Fuck or it’s up
I could use two or three nuts
Ain’t got no money to hush, it’s up and it’s stuck
You pull up, you sucking, or what?
Big VVS’s on the gold
Made it out the trenches, ten toes
Shoutout to my niggas in the can
That always stood official, didn’t fold
Shoutout to my label for the deal
Shoutout to my fans, man for real
Big Cuban link, I got it rose
We ain’t into stressin’ over hoes
Every day, I wake up gettin’ rolls
Every day, I wake up on the road
Truly honest, life too fast
I’ma let it sit up ’til I’m old
Look how many records I done sold
Woke up, I feel like a pot of gold
How’d it happen? I don’t even know
I saw my lane and all I know is, “Go”
Big ‘Miri denim for the feets
Big Richard Millie, this ain’t cheap
I ain’t into beefing through the tweets
Just live with me, then leave it in the streets
Real nigga, that’s just how it is
Ain’t nobody stoppin’ how I live
Early 20’s, coppin’ out on cribs
I started off with nothing in the fridge
Imagine what be running through my dome
Goofy niggas blowin’ up my phone
Groupies comin’, they won’t leave me ‘lone
I know they wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t on
Just because o’ that, I be in my zone
Mama raised me solid to the bone
Reminiscin’, I sit up and stone
Like, “How the fuck you got it on your own?
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