Friends & Family

(album: Emergency Tsunami - 2020)

(Wheezy outta here)

To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block
I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out of my mind
I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got
I'm getting bags
And right in the middle of quarantine made 10 million on the dot

Rick Owen pants
My right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan
I told 'em just follow my lead and I took my whole team to the top
Don't check the tag
And I don't check the receipt
If I see it I want it, I cop
Shout out GBs
I got some connections in Queens
I get my J's before they drop

Where do I start
All of my albums on charts
All my cars push to start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke
I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all this shit I'm receiving, your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills
I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm getting paid to go on the mic and
I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan
Then they gon' hope out the van and take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tan
I'm on a yatch out in Cabo, I got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked
Fuck 'round, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain't bout catching no feelings, I'm catching a flight on a jet

She tryna leave me, no, I'm not taking it easy
Fuck on her friends, she upset
Knew I was smart
My teachers ain't think I'd achieve
Give a fuck about passing a test

They wanna be me
Million in diamonds, believe me
Got rings I could buy a patek
Opps looking dusty
I got some demons, so trust me, keeping my foot on they neck

Where do I start
All of my albums on charts
All my cars push to start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke
I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all this shit I'm receiving, your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills
I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm getting paid to go on the mic and
I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
(Wheezy outta here)