(David Wesson) yeah
Feel good to be back

Life good, I can't complain
Left for two years, came back
Shit ain't the same
Yesterday I wore rose gold
This ain't the same
This one 40K out the box, I left it plain
I been on some low-key shit
Stayin' out the way this summer
We gon' see who was playin'
And who done saved
I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made
Get a nigga whole house cleaned up
I got a maid
I been grindin' two-four-seven all
Around the clock the only thing a nigga take
For granted is the countertop
Stainless steel ovеn
Internet inside thе fridge
Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked
A half a mil', nigga
They like, "P changed up, he on some ho shit"
This ain't 2012, you want that
Go buy my old shit
'Member when I caught the bus
To school back in '06
Caught the bus down to the V
And it's been on since
Talkin' to my nigga from DC
Like, "What you on, slim?"
Talkin' to your ho like she
Ain't nothin', "What you want, bitch?"
Ain't nobody never fronted me
I bought my own shit
Thousand dollar sweater
Mama say I ain't got no sense
Yeah, keep workin' and never settle
In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal
Fuck a Hellcat, I'm in a Demon like the devil
Tryna hide an M under my dog house
I need a shovel
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it
Huh? I say I ain't let you bitches
Trick me out a dollar, huh
Gucci polo on with the red and green collar
Huh had to middleman a brick to
Make a thousand dollars, huh
I just spoke an M into
Existence, I'm a prophet, huh
Need to hit the gym 'cause I
Got pounds all in the closet, huh
Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh
Swiped the Escalade and I fucked
Up my whole deposit, huh
Laughin' to the bank, my old
Lady say I'm childish, huh
Walked up out that bitch with fifty
Thousand like I robbed it, huh
Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment
Huh thirty to my lawyer, made them
Bitches drop the charges, huh
I can't tell the time on
My watch, this bitch retarded, huh
I can't even work a nine-to-five
'cause I'm a mobster, huh
Counted 60K in small bills, I'm exhausted
Huh ask me how it feel to
Be rich, this shit awesome, huh

(Ask me how it feel to
Be rich, this shit awesome, huh)
Feel good to be back
Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
Back to my motherfuckin' family, you dig?
Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my nigga

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