I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame way before the lean Them youngins go cop. 223s, and Jordan's until they matchin' I turned them shackles to diamonds I turned them shackles to diamonds
Your baby bang red like Santa Claus 'cause he ain't used to gettin' up for Christmas I went to sleep broke so many times now it's fifty racks in my pillow I took every drug just to deal with it but I'm still missin' my nigga Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella Bet shawty come back when I cheat 'cause she know the next nigga ain't realer How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame and I still can't hide these tears Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later" And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don't look wrong 'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates They ain't never tell a nigga They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates but I need one more strip
I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame way before the lean Them youngins go cop. 223s and Jordan's, until they matchin' I turned them shackles to diamonds I turned them shackles to diamonds
They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates They ain't never tell a nigga