(Lauryn Hill Sample)
(Intro)

Pull up in that Elon Musk
That's that Nicki Tesla
Riding 'round, grinding down
That's that Ryan Sketchler
Your gang members turn to snake venom
You'll be down on your last and you can't even put your faith in 'em
Cruising top off, fresh to death, I'm like grave digger
School boy just tryna flip and make that weight bigger
Cops pick up my homeboys, but they can't pin 'em
Take him to the judge, see if the murder case fit him
I guess it's better than his momma seeing the grave fill in
Meanwhile she got two jobs and tryna raise the children
Nowadays, I go to my safe and raise the ceiling
I went from Henny bottle flexing straight to Rozay sipping
Now I pull up to white churches in that Caddy dipping
It's burglary, the way that I be spotlight stealing
She fucking me, gon' be a while 'fore she sleeping
And honestly, I'm dosing off, I'm daydreaming
I gotta talk to my momma, she make me see clearer
The smell of this loud pack would make your eyes tear up
They be talking, I got headphones on, I can't hear 'em
Taste of defeat somewhere in the mirror

(Lauryn Hill Sample)
(Hook)

I be riding in the back of that star ceiling ghost
Blue ranch on me looking froze
Diamonds epileptic, got me comatose
Designer coat go from my shoulders to my tippy toes
Riding in the same cars that you see in shows
I make one payment in cash, it don't need a note
I spent a couple bands last night and I ain't even know
Make it back in like two days even if the weekend slow
If I hear sirens then I'm dipping, these ain't warning tickets
I gotta talk to God often cuz I know I'm sinning
Waistband below my waist cuz the way I fill it
Momma told me make her rich and I can't do no different
Buttons on the shirt Medusa when I'm talking business
Clock face cramp my wrist, I can't hear it ticking
People I never even talk to say they see my vision
They just tryna be fucking with me cuz they know I'm winning

(Lauryn Hill Sample)
(Outro)