And smokin' the best dope
and rockin' designer jeans
And pullin' up in a Benz and steppin'
Elevatin' to somethin' they said
It's hard not to gloat like,
"I told you, bitch," in person
I really feel like you could smoke a dick
But now I realize the workings
Never was I limited to shit that I see
A lot of kids in Clinton Hill right
They see me in the street,
take a pic' and then peace
I try to tell my young niggas,
"It's a figure of speech"
I pull up at the shop now,
Folks talk about a nigga with
Used to be the lil' homie
walkin' with his eyes down
Always appreciated the sunny days
Knowing that I had to be grounded
Knowing that I won't always have to
deal with the hunger pains
And if I end up floppin',
I'm finna get it another way
Myrtle Ave, doly with the camera out
Grindin' and recordin' raps,
beggin' y'all to hear me out
Couple people look and laugh but can't
I'm holdin' generational money