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(Wheezy outta here)

To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (woah)
I hit the road, I spend a twenty clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out my mind, I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got
I'm gettin' bags, I'm right in the middle of quarantine, made ten million on the dot
Rick owen pants, my right pocket full of them xans, I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan, I told 'em, just follow my lead, and I took my whole team to the top
Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt, if I see it, I want it, I cop
Shoutout gb's, I got some connеctions in queens, I get my j's before thеy drop

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your ex was lookin' deceivin'
Beverly hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like mic' jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ, I got them Louis v pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them travis scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan, then they gon' hop out the van and take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tanned, I'm on a yacht out in cabo, got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain't 'bout catchin' no feelings, I'm catchin' a flight on a jet
She try to leave me, no, I'm not takin' it easy, fuck on her friend, she upset
Knew I was smart, my teachers ain't think I'd achieve, gave a fuck about passin' a test
They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me, got rings, I could buy a patek
Opps lookin' dusty, I got some demons, so trust me, keepin' my foot on they neck

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your ex was lookin' deceivin'
Beverly hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like mic' jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ, I got them Louis v pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them travis scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces (wheezy outta here)