Friends & Family

作词 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN

作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN

(Wheezy outta here)

To riches from rags

I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (Woah)

I hit the roof, I spend a twenty clip minimum every time I wanna shop

High out my mind, I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got

I'm getting bags, I'm right in the middle of quarantine, made ten million on the dot

Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans, I know that I said I would stop

Man with the plan, I told 'em just follow my lead and I took my whole team to the top

Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt, if I see it, I want it, I cop

Shoutout [?] I got some connеctions in Queens, I get my jeans beforе they drop

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me, I just been taking it easy

Pockets they sloppy they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receiving

Your ex was looking deceiving

Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm getting paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan, then they gon' hop out the van and take you for whatever you got

My ***** is tan, I'm on a yacht out in Cabo, got villains that take out the block

When I get geeked, **** around, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex

Let her be free, I ain't 'bout catching no feelings, I'm catching a flight on a jet

She try to leave me, no, I'm not taking it easy, **** on her friend, she upset

Knew I was smart, my teachers ain't think I'd achieve, gave a **** about passing a test

They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me, got rings, I could buy a Patek

Opps looking dusty, I got some demons, so trust me, keeping my foot on they neck

Where do I start? All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke, I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me, I just been taking it easy

Pockets they sloppy they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receiving

Your ex was looking deceiving

Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm getting paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces (Wheezy outta here)