Yeah, yeah
I used to dream about the way that I live
I never had a chain, never put a thing on my wrist
I never stunted on these niggas in the illest of whips
But I'm feeling like I should just to do it for kicks
I never was attending a party in some Gabbana
Took a few years of rapping and drop a dollar
Spending all my hard-earned money on some designer
I could buy a whole block in Atlanta for that Gabbana
I was thinking this in ninth grade
Wasn't with the college 'cause them niggas is not paid
Caught the scam early, I figured I'd do it my way
Find out where it get me
The risky ain't for the weak, the hustle ain't for the scary
I'm doing me in my free time
They gonna make a reason to hate me 'cause I'm a phenom
Independent Black man, I want the whole key lime
And the seat that recline
Sunroof on a crib with a TV that could rewind
Never to your benefit to be what you not
I told my son, "Don't ever let them niggas see what you got"
So when he flash a couple dollars, I'll just snatch it out his hands
It's what happen when you show your money off on the block
Yeah, life lessons in the Jones house
Fast money come and go, I'd rather take the slow route
Never judge, there is always somethin' you don't know 'bout
The shit that you'll be judging, so continue with a closed mouth
You heard that
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