text: Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for 
  Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy 
  Im in them places that you cant go 
  Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  I need Casablanca by the caseload 
  Silks with the oranges and the mangoes 
  Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for 
  Im rockin old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion
  Anybody move, we toe-taggin 
  My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests
  Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin 
  Twenty-two with grays, twenty-five left in the cage
  I told him hold your head, its worse in a grave
  I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume
  He started wavin, had a lighter and dope spoon
  A nigga try to kill you for your recipe
  My shooter nasal drip flowin heavily, duckin my third felony 
  Take your shine, two for five, me and mines
  Runnin from suit and ties, you say you the flyest, then who am I?
  Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still
  VLONE jean jacket rockin, so be real 
  Over pots, Im too exquisite
  On the dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit
  Some niggasll never risk it
  Hoppin in BMs, Im proud of my position 
  They never had a pot to piss in
  Body parts on Cavalli dishes
  On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin, my loafers crocodile
  Stylin, I be havin greater visions 
  You can tell by the way I whip it
  You gettin money, then the haters with it
  It aint dry, I told em wait a minute 
  Praise both for the way I did it
  I swear Paris will be prayed for 
  Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy 
  Im in them places that you cant go 
  Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  I need Casablanca by the caseload 
  Silks with the oranges and the mangoes 
  Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  Im from an era of hard knocks and quiet storms 
  Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms 
  In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit 
  Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit 
  Its your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna
  These niggas dont want smoke, they want some marijuana
  I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma
  I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma 
  Thats way back when we used to cypher Arizonas 
  Now Im in that Maybach, Im with Puff and Hova 
  We bendin corners in the six-deuce
  Talk about last nights ten thousand dollar bottles of Pétrus, sip it like its juice, homie
  How could I lose?
  The shit that these foolsll do to be in my shoes, Im done playin by rules
  Learned from OGs, Im retirin the jewels
  Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing
  I mean, its usual
  Everything thats new to you be the type of shit Im used to
  I could give a fuck about the hater shit, Im used to it
  If its fuck me, then know the feeling is mutual 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for 
  Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy 
  Im in them places that you cant go 
  Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  I need Casablanca by the caseload 
  Silks with the oranges and the mangoes 
  Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  If you feelin good
  Then everybody say yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah 
  Bitch, Im all that, all that, Kenan, Kel 
  When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells 
  Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell
  Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails 
  Niggas always got something to say, well fuck em
  Same guys was mighty til they got to duckin
  We got the pucks and we chuckin
  They playin chicken, we cluckin
  Im Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers
  Niggas trash and we dumpin , I been rappin and fuckin 
  He 65, Im a munchkin, and we speed to the disco 
  This car came with a driver, Im in the back playin Frontin
  I aint cryin, the wind is flyin, stop makin assumptions
  I aint lyin or nothin
  Yes, Im is, Im so happy
  I turned nothin to somethin, skin glowin, my hair nappy
  My health good, my mama good, my niggas too
  And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie
  We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers
  Long way from that metro bus taxi service
  Long way, loco gangs tried to taxidermy 
  We would run until our motherfuckin backs was burnin, uh
  But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high
  And the emeralds shine in them GQs and them Popeyes 
  And I spy with my private eye that you tried
  You cannot pull this look off, nigga, youre not I
  I swear Paris will be prayed for 
  Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy 
  Im in them places that you cant go 
  Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for
  I need Casablanca by the caseload 
  Silks with the oranges and the mangoes 
  Im a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy 
  I swear Paris will be prayed for