Lyrics

[Verse] I ain't really one for tellin' hood tales Uptown tryna blend with my hood self I'll show you how to come up when you took L's And when it's all said and done I hope my book sells I know shooters sixteen but he looks twelve Now we gangsters and rappers it's a crooks world I got fifty thousand in my footwell So me just being me, I lost a good girl I know you're worried that these pussies wanna take my life And I don't stay the night, I never take advice Or we gon' roll it up and count this paper twice In this pain, I thrive, I got a winners state of mind It's fucked cah they raise us to be losers And kicked us out of school and sent us jail so I know lonely and confusion My whole life it's been isolation and exclusion All this segregation kinda forced the conclusion that I'm good all on my own I want you to roll, but if you don't then I still gotta go Now this whips two-tone and every other day it's Bond Street or Sloane Self-made and I'm self-owned He can't chat to me I'll make that prick move home Still out here but I ain't on the strip two phones I don't do nothing but these bricks do loads I said I don't do nothing but these bricks do loads Pull up in something ostentatious I smell like money, I should drop the fragrance Your bitch put me on 'round the clock surveillance Feds hope I got rich and forgot the pagans Forget about Frankie, I been singing like Sinatra I was sixteen when I read The Godfather Probably on basic thinking 'bout my real father When they break your heart, it just makes you real smarter I need a Kalashnikov for this never ending saga I'm tryna bring it home and have a carve up Mummy, I'm a star, I know they said that I'd be starred up Broke and hard up, now they call me sir and they invite me to the Gala I give you the world just don't give me no wahala Come here, girl, let me make your head a bit bigger It can't just be me, I swear your batty's getting larger Mogul but I started with my phone and my charger You can't sit at this table, it's eight figures for a starter One of one AP, one of one Prada I couldn't dream of this when I was doing Glen Starva [Outro] Shit, cah I ain't really one for tellin' hood tales Uptown tryna blend with my hood self Who showed you how to come up when you took L's? Huh, ahh (G way or no way)