text: They say when you lose don’t lose the lesson
  But it’s hard to live in peace when you’re used to stressin
  And I admit
  Man, I’m still getting used to blessings
  Because these kids in the struggle, that’s youth depression
  I guess that’s how you’re supposed to feel when every moment is surreal
  And every woman that you’re running to is unaware of your skill
  Niggas try to hack you or bring you down like Shaquille
  But you know you got that potent shit, you just hope it appeal
  Young OG on the field, this is white glove rap
  If white people feel that all blacks love rap
  They who cut us the deals and the bad contracts
  Stil we sign it, cause the cars out there, we wanna be riding
  Fly and shit
  Toast a champagne with my real niggas
  Screamin pain of your shame niggas
  Van Gogh picture, ain’t it gorgeous?
  Look at this life we built, ain’t it enormous?
  Hold up, wasnt one of your niggas informant?
  Dropping them name tags, hold up was he mormon?
  Man, I’m high as fuck right now
  I know my momma ain’t gonna like that, but she know my sacrifices
  And I don’t have many vices, always gone just like I’m high
  And hard to find like a satisfy, bet you my bday
  Always got a new dress, but don’t like how much that she weight
  Niggas wanna ride Benz, but they ain’t driving
  Niggas be clubbin the LIV but still ain’t living
  Yeah, I admit, I am a part of the problem
  I go out and get paid, I go hard for the bitches when I used to stay home
  Now these bitches in my section get their champagne on
  Aye if you wanna get her better and not wait long
  Cause she study with jady and Judy and the great stone
  Ah fuck it nigga we on
  I ain’t lying, put that in a spect between my teeth and I’m sizing
  But this bitch in the diamonds, designing
  Like who life you aligning, spend the time and do criming
  And no way why these bitch niggers chiming
  Only can sort importance to gain aportion proportions
  And hold a bunch of the corpses, the ugly wives or the gorgeous
  We’re the victims, notorized only when it’s a victim
  Justifying lies we’re coming to crime acceptum
  It’s the sick niggers who only can wish better
  And numb feelings, we love em through spent cheddar
  My momma always told me don’t fall in love with material
  But nothing matched the feeling of finding toys in your cereal
  So here we go
  Now we’re on our way to zero, zero, zeros
  That’s countless for all our mommas
  Money, music and marijuana
  Now we’re on our way to zeros, zeros, zeros
  That’s countless for all our mommas
  Money, music and marijuana we own