Ballin' since I was a jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits
I had a goal to get rich
Mama was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her with shit
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch
Car broke down, can't fix that shit
I cried at night, I'll admit that shit
02', old, I'll whip that bitch
She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch
Old friends like, "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends, I don't know that bitch
Racks too big, can't fold that shit
I ain't get nuttin' when I owned that shit
Mama, I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A.
Tryna thank God but I don't know what to say

Même si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas d'vie
Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout
Même si des fois, c'était dur
Regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible
Fallait qu'je deale pour manger
Que je deale pour m'habiller
Que j're-deale pour manger
J'suis plus dans l'deal
Mais c'est moi qui vient livrer
Si y a moyen de gratter

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Avant qu'la porte latérale droite elle s'ouvre, mon frère
Oh

Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action, mmh
Got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons

Back when I dropped, they don't post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that shit
When I blow you'll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as fuck)
Fuck that shit, I know I'm lit
If we beef, I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence, 'cause players ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so-so
And she had told me your bro-oke, that's tough

Mais j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère, il fume en scred
J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute
Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon ça va rien changer
Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags
Et un appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, eh)

Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (Yeah)
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action, mmh
Got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons

Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas