Deluxe Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro] Took a lot to get here, that's the difference You know what I mean? It's a different type of commitment (Tss) Gettin' hot though, in it? B7, this the deluxe, though (Sky gray, but my jewelry bright, you know how that go) It's a lot of shit I ain't get to say, you know? Blanco Yeah [Verse 1] Private jet to Teterboro, keep it thorough I been livin' for today like I don't need tomorrow Went and got it on my own, now I don't need to borrow And I don't argue with no bitches, I don't beef or quarrel Thuggin' on the social sites, shooter with me Kobe-like I tell my youngin to stay clean, but I pour dope in Sprite Sometime, I still feel lower than my brokest nights Ocean flights, my mama say I'm trippin', and, I know she right (Woo) It fucked me up inside a little, fuckin' with my pride a little (Yeah) Pharmaceutics runnin' through my veins like I'm inside a 'spital (Damn) I've been so caught up in this rap shit that I'm losin' touch Everybody smilin' in my face, I don't know who to trust Haters hide in plain sight, I don't know who to rush Try to send us to the feds, all they could do to us No security, I'm doin' side quests with a bougie slut Lines, I'm pourin' two and up Tell Kyler turn the music up (Yeah) [Chorus] Maybach slidin' with her hair in the wind (Hair in the wind) Too much trauma, I don't know where to begin (I don't know where to begin) Trap fit 'em, locked in, shit, I'ma wear it again (Shit, I'ma wear it again) Say a prayer, I'm feelin' evil in my spirit again, yeah (Yo) Chin up and my chest out, back against the wall Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (Ball) Chin up and my chest out (Yeah), back against the wall Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (Yeah) [Verse 2] New York high-rises, I'm a regular Baccarat Hotel, drop five-thousand, pour the beverage up Blanco 7, I might go deluxe and boost my leverage up A lot of guys had motion out of Mass', but they was never us I've played with M's since 2020 What I'm slidin'? Bentley, Bentley What she buyin'? Fendi, Fendi Don't ask me 'bout a post with Remy Youngins puttin' buttons on them poles, it ain't no totin' semis Hoes tryna rekindle what we had, but I got a broken memory (Got a broken memory) What your life like? I can tell you what them nights like (I'll tell you) Hit it with the cut and then you stretch, what's the price like? (What's the price like?) What's the price on that Perico? I mean, we talkin' white, right? They so caught up in my skin color, all I see is dick suckers Little rappers worried 'bout my grind, but I'm a big hustler If you want a war that ain't involve some clout, we would've been rushed him You the type to do a bid and let men touch you Willingly so hard to not kill y'all, this shit killin' me (I swear) [Chorus] Maybach slidin' with her hair in the wind (Hair in the wind) Too much trauma, I don't know where to begin (I don't know where to begin) Trap fit 'em, locked in, shit, I'ma wear it again (Shit, I'ma wear it again) Say a prayer, I'm feelin' evil in my spirit again, yeah (Yo) Chin up and my chest out, back against the wall Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (We ball) Chin up and my chest out (Yeah), back against the wall (Yeah) Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (Know that) [Outro] Super, super duper, hahaha, yeah Ayy, Cold Spring, I appreciate the beat, though B7, this the deluxe, uh (I keep my wrist cool like my brother, Cold Spring in New York)