Lyrics:

Yeah, uh, yeah (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)

I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luckUsed to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I`m wearin` Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Fuck these other niggas, I`m the illest, I`m the coldest at it (Yeah, uh)

Let me take you niggas back to a much simpler time
Picture yourself inside a vehicle, a ship in my mind (Yeah)
You`ll see some childhood memories mixed with the cells of a don (Yeah)
You`ll see the doctor smack my ass when I first fell out my mom
A Magic School Bus adventure trip inside my cerebral
Back when I told niggas I`ll make it, swear they didn`t believe him
Flashback to Brasstracks and we was playin` 'No Problems'
We was crankin` all the classics from the spring to the autumn
And I said motherfuck, need a bad bitch with a tummy tuck
How I make a million from a dollar? It was dummy luck
Need a new Lam`, no sedan, fuck a Hummer truck
I`m aimin` for the top, I`m steady climbing, fuck a runner-up

I was broke as fuck, down up on my ass, had the lowest luck
Used to ride the bike up to the store, I need a Rover truck
A Bentley coupe, yeah, I`m wearin` Prada, I like Fendi too
Grandma passed, had a heart attack, only 62 (Skrt, skrt)
My cousin shot, got me paranoid, who to trust or not
Gave my brother 25 years, that really sucked a lot
Post-traumatic stress is building up, you niggas so dramatic
Fuck these other niggas, I`m the illest, I`m the coldest at it, ayy

Uh-huh (Hey)
Yeah

Woo
Uh, yeah, uh

Mom and dad never had a damn thing, damn shame
Now I`m poppin` champagne on a private jet, fuck an airplane
Order Bossa Nova, eating plantains
Presidential Rollie, fuck a campaign
Impeach, nigga, ten deep, nigga
Remember days we was wearin` J`s
And a gold chain, only had three figures
So fortunate, proportionate
Lost boy, nigga, no coordinates
Remember Christmas? We was giftless
Three foot tree, no ornaments
Pull my dick out, hoes swarmin` it
Flow cold, nigga, no warmin` it
Mama couldn`t afford AAU
So we couldn`t hoop, nigga, no tournaments
I remember days sippin` lemonade
Ice cream truck gettin` plenty paid
Candy lady had Jolly Ranchers
I don`t really have a lot of answers
I`m just searchin` for the same shit
Same niggas that I came with
Premonitions over reminiscin`
Lam` truck how I lane switch, ah