Yeah, what's the word, what's the word
I'm headed to the south of France
Police don't know I snuck some pounds
Just a couple years ago my feet was wet was bout to drown
$450 for da Remy I don't drink liquor unless it's looking brown
We done came a long way from the city I represent the town
I got my father's attitude they say I got mother's face
Moved across the country don't need your words I just needed space
Trust some of these hoes more than my family most these people fake
I learned to love the hate more than the love it's of acquired taste
Put Gucci on her bracelet I just fucked her at the Pompidou
Waygu on my plate got forks and knives don't have to wait the queue
Folding under pressure y'all would snitch if y'all knew what I done knew
Why some of my homies had to go so I could see these views,
Slide out to the blade birds is flocking I could smell the chicken
Ion even gotta say too much baby this west coast bidness
Never lost my hustle my whole life had to do sum heavy lifting
Fuck you motherfuckers y'all just mad that I'm still out here living
My denim Martine Rose and it ain't out my closet reference pieces
Every time I drop I'm talking money my account increasing
When I touch an m I'll own a property I said fuck them leases
Ain't showing your lil homie the right way I don't know what you teachin,
How you backdoor your own mans you too troubling
Man of many names but the artist is my government
Always kept composure I could never lose my functioning
Bands up in my pocket already know I'm tryna double it
Manage time better doing too much with that juggling
See what's on the street already know that I done hustled it
Weigh up all the options see the cards and do some shuffling
Said my ego big told that bitch I don't need humbling,
Is there any limit to your ambition?
No
Or any limit to what you think you can achieve
No
Well, no