Mansion

Commin up i never had shit

My lifestlye was ratchet

On the floor i had a matress

But i always had a bad bitch

Dreams about being mad rich

Tryna ball like the mavericks I was really on my trap shit

Grinding hard for that mansion

I had to do this on my own

In the house left alone Lonley nights in the cold

Now I done made it through the On the road im never home

Young king i needa throne

My ex calling up my phone

Told that bitch leave me alone

Storm

Wack rappers selling dreams

Im busy gettin to the cheese

Check it my necklace on freeze

Avianne cost me 3

Me myself and i

I aint comeup with no team

**** just want shit for free

I was hungry tryna eat

Hit a lick for the P

Cant even trust ya homie

Say they always down to ride

Then they stick the toaster to ya side

I had to shutup and grind

Mama told me the world mine

This rocky mountain hard to climb

So i put a ladder in my 9

Aiming straight at your eyes

Flashing lights leave em blind

I put em all ina line

They crumbled at the same time

I got women messing with my mind

Cause True love is hard to find

Prob cause i chase after dimes

Im a star im tryna shine

Commin up i never had shit

My lifestlye was ratchet

On the floor i had a matress But i always had a bad bitch

Dreams about being mad rich

Tryna ball like the mavericks I was really on my trap shit

Grinding hard for that mansion

I had to do this on my own

In the house left alone

Lonley nights in the cold

Now I done made it through the storm

On the road im never home

Young king i needa throne

My ex calling up my phone

Told that bitch leave me alone

Shout out to pnb boogie & don

I swear yall just brought out the beast in me

Motivation to get get back ina booth

Nobody would sitdown and eat with me

Now everybody want to feast with me

Now everybody wana feat from me

If you ever doubted i swear you a coward

My clothes comming straight outa Italy

They tryna hop on the band wagon

All these bands got my pants saggin

Ima Big tipper she a money magnet

She a bad bitch but she from the projects from the streets so i keep a ratchet

Got foreign whip but its automatic Windows tinted and she gime sloppy

From the studio to the after party

Im just tryna get a plaque

I treat my jewelry like trophies

Back up dont get to close

I could just tell that you phony

Dont even act like u know me

I sipin from a different tea

In new york i got the key

Top down feel the breeze

Commin up i never had shit

My lifestlye was ratchet

On the floor i had a matress

But i always had a bad bitch

Dreams about being mad rich

Tryna ball like the mavericks I was really on my trap shit

Grinding hard for that mansion

I had to do this on my own

In the house left alone

Lonley nights in the cold

Now I done made it through the storm On the road im never home

Young king i needa throne

My ex calling up my phone

Told that bitch leave me alone