(ha, yeah)

(ha, woah woah)

(Indibideesh)

(Indibidoosh)

(blæ)

Palm Beach, then we hit LA (yeah)

I woke up and had a good day (blæ)

Mama said I was born to be great (okay)

For this life every day had to pray (yeah

Cha-ching, that's the money sound

And the car got surround sound

Back in the day, I was dishing the pound

Chris breezy, looking at me now

Way back when we had slept on the floor, bro we spoke on that the other day

I was in the studio ain't even know that I was blowing up right in they face

Now it's all glass window up in the loft (now it's all glass windows up in the what?)

All glass windows, we up in the loft (every day, I be saying my grace)

Now I'm up they want fuck with the boy (and treat the boy just like a toy)

Slide in your hoe with a Trojan like Troy (treating that bitch like a what?)

I went and bought the brother man a Wraith, huh yeah (skrrt)

We put the stars on the ceiling like space, Bitch (we put the stars in the ceiling like blæ)

in the stars, this shit is engraved (blæ)

I won't change no I bring the change (yeah)

i'm turning all of my pain into paint (facts)

T-BP preach but I'm not a saint (blæ)

Kept it real and I cut out the fake (cut)

Now I laugh on my way to the bank (ha)

Superstar, as big as the bang

Supercar, I skrrt in the rain (skrrt)

I meditate through the day, my medicate with the Bape yes sir

I get to burning my sage then I journal in a page, It's an excerpt

They looking at me just wondering how you went from pennies to family proud

Now they see T-BP selling out crowds

(Indibideesh)

(blæ)

Palm Beach, then we hit LA (yeah)

I woke up and had a good day (blæ)

Mama said I was born to be great (okay)

For this life every day had to pray (yeah

Cha-ching, that's the money sound

And the car got surround sound

Back in the day, I was dishing the pound

Chris breezy, looking at me now

Way back when we had slept on the floor, bro we spoke on that the other day

I was in the studio ain't even know that I was blowing up right in they face

Now it's all glass window up in the loft (now it's all glass windows up in the what?)

All glass windows, we up in the loft (every day, I be saying my grace)

ha, blæ

Now the boy done got paid

I thank God every day

I be saying my grace

I be burning my sage

huh, blæ