My whole story is just about me having a second chance.
You know, my uncle wore a lot of jewelry, a lot of gold chains.
My wrist deserve a shout out, 'I'm like what up wrist?' My stove deserve a shout out, 'I'm like what up stove?'
I'm drunk and high at the same time/Drinking champagne on the airplane.
I want to be a successful landlord. I like real estate.
I don't care what anybody else is wearing. I feel like they're all waiting to see what I have on. If you really want to know the truth, that's what I think. They're waiting to see what I'mma do next.