Niggas wit no money act like money isn't everything.
People only talk about me and sweaters because I don't give them anything else to talk about.
There will be days when I walk in an arena and people will cheer and then there might be days when I walk in an arena and people might boo, but it all sounds the same to me because it's all just noise that lets me know that I'm relevant.
In your city faded off the brown, NINO. She insists she got more class, WE KNOW.
I do it for the love. Bunk bed flow, always one level above.
Famous like a drug that I've taken too much of but I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love.