I said it made my *** tag That's the plan My mom said she doesn't like black bean noodles My mom wanted to buy luxury goods My mom looked at Prada My mom said it's too expensive My mom wanted that more than me My mom wanted to use a knife My mom wanted an expensive bottle of wine My mom looked at me and said My mom looked at me and said I got my feet that way big got that I got my bracelet on, I got it I'ma break it, keep it, keep that What do you need? I don't like this *** Oh, I like about me I'm a modern man I'm a mountaineer, I'm a phaser I'm a black clapper I was 16 back then, I rapped a lot How did I get paid? And how is my daily life now? My mom trusted me Why? Because of the money, I sell my friends Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My mom said she doesn't like black bean noodles People said she spit it out on a blanket People said she didn't like me Three years ago, I was a thug What's the answer to that, y'all? What, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Money went fast, I know that *** ain't fast Money on the line, baby, hurry up and blast I don't wanna do no crime What you wanna do when the money call on your line? What you do? I'm not blind I could see y'all I don't like liars I could really see, ooh Yeah, I'm ridin' in a Kia Look at me, homie My confidence, my memories Look at us, homies We're comfortable, cozy, real My mom said she doesn't like black bean noodles