Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
DJ Kloon!
This is a storm!
This is a storm!
That black soprano family!
Look,
I sit back and think I can have everything I want
If I stay down, I'ma be a legend from the slums
I made my way round,
pedaling for treasures,
got me gold
I'm trapping penguins in the cold,
I got a fetish for that dough
I feel bad but don't regret,
I sold Reddy's to my own
And your phone,
we all know y'all cap,
tryna impress us with that *
I'm a legend with that strap,
you know the bezel come in black
That soprano family,
I'm tryna put my family on the map
Make the granny picture I'm tryna have a Grammy
In the plaque,
look,
imagine me switching on Gang
Like him switching on Ye,
or like he switching on me
Or like when I switched to the gray
Got off that corner, start doing numbers
Y'all couldn't relate
Smoked till I'm blue in the face
Still in the loop with the apes
They in denial
Y'all know who winning
Y'all losing this race
I come join your team right now
You losing your place
And I ain't never been again
Less I'm using the Drake
Built my name in a small town
And grew an estate
Yeah, I need the crib so big
And the pool with the lake
We rolling sixes over here
But I'm cool with the grapes
My youngin' caught a body for me Then moved to the A
And I'm the one before two And that's proving the day
Strongest boy over the Macbook That's a Prano family
I'm a legend with that strap
Young buffalo winning That's a Prano family
And that's proving the day Strongest boy over the Macbook
That's a Prano family I'm a legend with that strap
Y'all know who winning That's a Prano family
And that's proving the day
You know my * all three tails The details suit me
Made a living off of street sales And sleep well truly
Got classics with Pete Rock You gotta see El Smooth me
Y'all get on stage and tell jokes like D.L.
Hughley
With the eyes all stacked up I'm still racked up
Tennis suburban riding through
Flatbush I'm Rich Porter with a Macbook
Put out a classic once They said, that's luck
Did it twice It's feeling like the niggas who had head
starts playing catch up With all this paper on the line
We gotta talk like bosses What's Bill Cartwright when your jumper got
an arch like Jordan's?
Paintings like the Artbrite I'm betting on the art price margin
My stash house full of soft white and all white forces
Boy I got a label payment I was on
the ankle bracelet bankroll chasing
I must have had angels waiting Catching all them Yale cases
Trying to get * cooked You gotta just hit butch
I'm a hustler I can retire off how to get rich books
And that's proving the day