I lost friends that hurt my soul, but now I'm the youngin' that's chasin' his dreams

We hop out right on that block, and it ain't no fuckin' way he can run from the beam

Racks on racks, on racks, on racks, lil Rick on a mission tryna get to the green

Walk out the house, gotta throw on a hood and a mask, you know that I can't be seen

You hangin' with them, or you hangin' with us, you better pick a side, cause it ain't no between

Walk in the mall with the racks, and a bad bitch, I'm finna put that lil' bitch in celine

Sent her a dump, now the bitch getting wet, she keep tryna lick on my face threw the screen

I feel like King Von when I get a bag, I'm breakin' that shit right down with the team

I told my mom to come to my show, she ain't know that she was raisin' a star

I saw that smile on her face when I hopped on the stage, so I know I'm takin' it far

Knew I was bound to be great when the crowds start yellin' and singin, that shit was bizarre

**** tryn' get in my way on the road to the richest get smoked like a fuckin' cigar

Run up a bag, that shit everyday, stackin' that shit all the way to the top

The bitches be lovin' my swag, and lovin' the way that I talk got that shit from my pop

Y double F, I'm the youngen forever flexin, so you know I ain't never gon' stop

My brother stay with me wherever I go, that's really my dawg, we Franklin and Chop

Got a bad lil' bitch she a passport junkie, fuck around put a lil' bitch in the air

These **** don't wanna check rock with the gang, I promise to God that we don't play fair

Hopped in the game and I'm ready to blow, **** better be ready, they better prepare

I get in my bag with the fits it's Gucci, and Prada, and Louis don't know what to wear

It's never enough when it come to the bread, I'm feenin' for money, I just need more

It's a bag on his head, so I come to collect, **** better get low, cause I'm ready for war

Just give me the ball and get out the way, you know that I'm bound to go up on the score

It's four AM and I'm leavin' the club, smellin' like espolon and some Dior

Really the one, not the two or the three

I know this lil' bitch feeling my bip

She's super sexy, she be lookin' like Jayda Wayda with that beauty mark right on her lip

She take off the clothes, a all blue set underneath, that shit got me feelin' like a Crip

She know I'm the best in the league, I get on her court, you know I'ma get me a chip

I run up the racks and stackin' that pape too easy doin' that shit in my sleep

Lil' bro go crazy, come down the block with the yop, and start bangin' that shit up the street

Really a rapper walk in the party, they steady bangin' my shit on repeat

Put diamonds on all my teeth, I'm poppin' my shit, you know that my talk ain't cheap

I lost friends it hurt my soul, but now I'm the youngen' that's chasin' his dream

We hop out right on that block, and it ain't no fuckin' way he can run from the beam

Racks on racks, on racks, on racks, lil Rick on a mission tryna get to the green

Walk out the house, gotta throw on a hood and a mask, you know that I can't be seen

You know that I can't be seen