(Shit hit different man

We done shed blood sweat and tears for this shit man

I don’t even know what to say anymore man)

We just young rich ****

More champagne and more glory

The 44. Came with war stories

In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me

(Uh)

I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey

I walk out the booth my paws gory

I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood **** sorty, a first class stamp my authority

Put the bine all together it’s like a scene from the matrix

50 shot banana for the ape shit

I never failed school and the streets try and test me but I aced it

I just wear my scars like a bracelet (urgh)

I’m getting older now, ticked off my bucket list and scraped it

Hit your favourite model never chased it (scratched it)

I’m at the telly with a helipad just cooling in some asics

Wine tasting having great sips

It’s by the crotch or the pocket no safety that’s safest

The nina make believers out of atheists (shoot)

You ain’t done it round the corner mummy picking up the crayfish

And still made it home to taste it

I go in the booth and go invisible

They can’t see me I done reached another pinnacle (I’m missing)

Get you waxed like a piñata sitting on a little stool, the ‘matic from a scouser out in Liverpool

We just young rich ****

More champagne and more glory

The 44. Came with war stories

In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me

(Uh)

I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey

I walk out the booth my paws gory

I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood **** sorty, a first class stamp my authority

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks he got an old bladder

The baby K will make bone shatter

You might have been a top dog back when but it don’t matter

To grave diggers or the soul catchers

YT and Tiny Test they’re my guys from the old manor

Old soul I talk with old grammar

Take my hat off when I see the bigger bros I always show manners

Their hammers blew like oh nah nah

I’m rocking… while I’m counting up the new balance

Always looking for a new challenge

The way my core fans love me would have thought I was a new talent

My new shawty is a true talent

I bring the diamonds out in all torrential weather make it change there

Them **** baby this is day care

I drag the metal out in all types of terrain and make it rain there (Brrr)

You getting slain like a reined

We just young rich ****

More champagne and more glory

The 44. Came with war stories

In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me

(Uh)

I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey

I walk out the booth my paws gory

I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood **** sorty, a first class stamp my authority