I'mma make you remember 2025 like your first fat ride, like your first piece of pussy, like your first black eye. Just left Giorgio Baldi’s ordered the two pound lobster, that shit just short of a kilo, paired with the wine and the pasta. All the patrons are staring, looking like I give a fuck, I keep my napkin in tuck.

I look like I am a mobster member, I used to roll bucket, I used to manual clutch it. I stuffed my weed in the door panel, the gun shit I tuck it. It's like when Jay hit that blockbuster, then ran to my house.

We were scamming shit out, we never planned this shit out. How I make it out this cage? Sun rays in the palisades, to Bali wake up, monkeys jumping on the balustrades. Had faith in this, taking risks, no matter how afraid.

Now I make it rain and the strippy, that's right, I douse the stage, get your blouses raised. Cat and mouse is played, fucking on the same kitchen counter, right where the ounces weigh. If I flood the streets long enough, that's how mountains are made.

That's when tables will turn, I'm just counting the days. The streets made me a beast boy, like Rick Rubin, Kobe in the gym, cause Hit told me to keep shooting