Lyrics

[Verse] Diadora pants, not the shoes them is wack Made a good 5 M being me speaking facts Got a crown for a hat, I'm a king and a mack Every goldie on encrusted in diamonds and they react Jacket must be a flak, can't nothing harm or effect me Got a smooth 90's dark skin, feel sorta like Wesley But I ain't going bankrupt, merch got my bank up Credit Karma hit me, new accounts tryna link up North is where the {??} goin at was hatin' Could be 40 years, ima kill 'em with they release him 13's I lace 'em, being broke as Jason Turn the Friday Night Lights off, the stone still pacin' I'm morе gangsta Mason, Betha no disrespecta Whilе Harlem was on a rise, I arrive with a Beretta The original steppa, every bottom was redder I get top and I don't love a bitch, ho, or a hefer im gone