I'ma east side wild boy, dirty south style boy How long since I ain't been rich? Well, it's been a while, boy Countin' up the bands, they said I ain't have a chance Florida born and raised, still my wrist on avalanche
Don't make me pull up on yo' bitch ass 'Bout that lil money that you owe me 'cause I get cash Sittin' low inside that Cadillac, I'm an empath I can't keep no bad energy around me, I put all my problems in a zigzag But I don't zigzag 'round my problems In tenth grade, I had too much weight for them to spot him Once I spot 'em then I got 'em, feel like SpotemGottem My homie turned his head red like the trees in autumn Rollin' up the tree, I'm sittin' outside of Phillips 10K just to eat, I can't think of anything I do that's cheap Man, my dog served that 'caine up in the streets, I go propane over beats Both us do our thing so we can bring the feast And I play for keeps, yeah
That's why they hatin' on the kid, hate the way I live Hate that I'm this rich, wish that we was relatives Yeah, everything is relative
I'ma east side wild boy, dirty south style boy How long since I ain't been rich? Well, it's been a while, boy Countin' up the bands, they said I ain't have a chance Florida born and raised, still my wrist on avalanche
Hunnid choppers and they lookin' pretty I know motorcycle gangs in like every city That's my type committee, extra gritty and every type of crime committing Say everything with my chest like I'm signin' titties Got no pity for a broke man, calluses on both hands I walk in no man's land just to go ham Paper trail like we throwin' 'round the application All the hate is they sincerest form of admiration Vacuum seals, when the police come, evacuation I make somebody disappear like evaporation My fabrics cost a couple thousand, they just fabricating Made more than I could imagine usin' my imagination, yeah
That's why they hatin' on the kid, hate the way I live Hate that I'm this rich, wish that we was relatives Yeah, everything is relative
I'ma east side wild boy, dirty south style boy How long since I ain't been rich? Well, it's been a while, boy Countin' up the bands, they said I ain't have a chance Florida born and raised, still my wrist on avalanche