Lights flashing, cars racing fast, she got her feet up on the dash
Pools splashing, bank account is maxing, chilling at the pad
Bros dapping, all congrats-ing, got the suit from Tarocash
Party anthems, hundred hour sessions, feeling like the man
Living lavish till I leave, man, the past is history
Bourguignon or Coq Au Vin, it don't matter, Bon Appetit
Check was one, I gave 'em three, talking hunnids, that money
Thought we took the limousine but it must have been the 'rari
Hop up in, lets get it started, skrrting off in the horizon
To the stu', let's get it bussin', tell the bois we down for vibin
Stop the car, we arrivin', check the time, let's nine to five it
Only difference is it's night, talking 9pm to 5-ing
Play one, beat going off and we rave on
Hennessey bottle in hand and a pen in the other but that is a waste cause
All of my writing days gone, now when I rap I just say it on
Do it like Jay-Z and Wayne does, come a long way where I came from
Yea
Lights smashing, car low on gas and I ain't sparing no more cash
Phone crashing, bank account is sad, I'm stressing pretty bad
No friends, I feel there's no one there for me, on top of that
I'm wearing clothes from last week that I had kept inside a bag
Living life to the extreme, barely grab a bite to eat
Scrape my dimes to buy some noodles and a tin of those sardines
One for lunch and one for tea, recline my chair and get some sleep
Skipping breakfast, get the keys, takes a couple tries to start it
Tank on E, can't afford it, down the hills I'm not gon' floor it
Studio right 'round the corner, pack the car and pull up on 'em
Got my notes that I've been jotting 'bout my woes and hard surviving
Right now I'm a starving artist but I know that I'll be diamond
Since day one, I wrote every verse and no fake ones
Cup of some water 'cause I'm 'bout to lace all the rhymes and I'm aiming for take one
Laced 'em, no money to mix I'm afraid but
I'll have to just drop it, I hope when I make it that I don't forget where I came from
Yea