Yeah, and so I pick up the pieces
And turn my pen to a thesis
Now my faith is restored ’cause I had a talk with Jesus, said impossible is nothing
I pull on my Adidas, I just hope that when I prove it all, my loved ones get to see this
You boys are fickle, you love me or wanna fight me
I only spill my blood when I spit a Biggie-type beat
I’m in Delilah in a fresh, plain white tee
On this microphone, I portray the plight of a Pisces
Somewhere between reality or fantasy
Look, my demise is something you should never plan to see
I manifested fortunes, all I did was plant the seed
I remember when my family couldn’t afford to eat
Now it’s Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
No drama, no drama, no drama, no drama
Now it’s Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
No drama, no drama, no drama, no drama