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Uh, yeah
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

I was broke as f**k‚ down up on my a**‚ had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store‚ I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada‚ I like Fendi too
Grandma pa**ed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot‚ got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you n***as so dramatic
F**k these other n***as, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it (Yeah, uh)

Let me take you n***as back to a much simpler time
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind
You'll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don
You'll see the doctor smack my a** when I first fell out my mom
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
Back when I told n***as I'll make it, swear they didn't believe him
Flashback to Bra**tracks and we was playin' "No Problems"
We was crankin' all the cla**ics from the spring to the autumn
And I said motherf**k, need a bad b*t*h with a tummy tuck
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
Need a new Lam', no sedan, f**k a Hummer truck
I'm aiming for the top, I'm steady climbing, f**k a runner-up
I was broke as f**k, down up on my a**, had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I'm wearin' Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma pa**ed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you n***as so dramatic
F**k these other n***as, I'm the illest, I'm the coldest at it, ayy

Uh-huh
(Hey)
Yeah
Woo
Uh, yeah, uh

Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
Now I'm poppin' champagne on a private jet, f**k an airplane
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
Presidential Rollie, f**k a campaign
Impeach, n***a, ten deep, n***a
Remember days we was wearin' J's
And a gold chain, only had three figures
So fortunate, proportionate
Lost Boy, n***a, no coordinates
Remember Christmas? We was giftless
Three foot tree, no ornaments
Pull my d**k out, hoes swarmin' it
Flow cold, n***a, no warmin' it
Mama couldn't afford AAU
So we couldn't hoop, n***a, no tournaments
I remember days sippin' lemonade
Ice cream truck gettin' plenty paid
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
I don't really have a lot of answers
I'm just searching for the same sh*t
Same n***as that I came with
Premonitions over reminiscing
Lam' truck how I lane switch (Ah)

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