Fascinated with luxury by any means
I'm something that these niggas never seen
An outcast so fresh and so clean a nigga pristine
Art galla' champagne a bad bitch she foreign her name is Cristine she mean
Niggas looking and they swear this shit a hoax
Some calling it growth I try and tell them that it's both
Came a long way running down them Bronx blocks
Watching headshots saw the pain wish the shit stop
Listen custom made Belgians they on my feet now
Fivestar steaks when I eat out
Louie Vuitton graphite wow
I pull up to my momma look at me now
Uh I had a dream and I sought it out
Now I hit the bar up run the tab and buy it out
Any little thing my baby want you know I fly it out
Nigga really go the full extent to show what I'm about
Different breed she know its none better
Cold world Montclair mink sweater
Interior of the home the seats leather
Niggas waiting to watch me fall keep your head up
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I can't lie man a nigga want it all I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
The kid is on another level don't have them tell you
Them rollies with the plain bezels
They something special
Don't let them try to test you
And then upset you
Keep your head up king
I try to teach these younger niggas bout the game
Life is high octane its insane to the membrane
The hood change but some things stay the same
Me I'm trying to teach them bout life
They more concerned with the g's on my kicks
And how my jeans fit right damn
But f*ck it pour some Remmy and get high
Hope you make it out the hood Raise your hands to the sky
Live life to the fullest
Never asking god why
Really no guarantee you going make it home alive that's facts
Grind to that twenty forty hour
And watch your shit bloom like a flower
I walked into a room with everybody looking sour
Cause a nigga went ghost
But I came back with that power
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I cant lie man a nigga want it all
I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
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English
Fascinated with luxury by any means
I'm something that these niggas never seen
An outcast so fresh and so clean a nigga pristine
Art galla' champagne a bad bitch she foreign her name is Cristine she mean
Niggas looking and they swear this shit a hoax
Some calling it growth I try and tell them that it's both
Came a long way running down them Bronx blocks
Watching headshots saw the pain wish the shit stop
Listen custom made Belgians they on my feet now
Fivestar steaks when I eat out
Louie Vuitton graphite wow
I pull up to my momma look at me now
Uh I had a dream and I sought it out
Now I hit the bar up run the tab and buy it out
Any little thing my baby want you know I fly it out
Nigga really go the full extent to show what I'm about
Different breed she know its none better
Cold world Montclair mink sweater
Interior of the home the seats leather
Niggas waiting to watch me fall keep your head up
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I can't lie man a nigga want it all I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
The kid is on another level don't have them tell you
Them rollies with the plain bezels
They something special
Don't let them try to test you
And then upset you
Keep your head up king
I try to teach these younger niggas bout the game
Life is high octane its insane to the membrane
The hood change but some things stay the same
Me I'm trying to teach them bout life
They more concerned with the g's on my kicks
And how my jeans fit right damn
But f*ck it pour some Remmy and get high
Hope you make it out the hood Raise your hands to the sky
Live life to the fullest
Never asking god why
Really no guarantee you going make it home alive that's facts
Grind to that twenty forty hour
And watch your shit bloom like a flower
I walked into a room with everybody looking sour
Cause a nigga went ghost
But I came back with that power
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I cant lie man a nigga want it all
I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
I'm something that these niggas never seen
An outcast so fresh and so clean a nigga pristine
Art galla' champagne a bad bitch she foreign her name is Cristine she mean
Niggas looking and they swear this shit a hoax
Some calling it growth I try and tell them that it's both
Came a long way running down them Bronx blocks
Watching headshots saw the pain wish the shit stop
Listen custom made Belgians they on my feet now
Fivestar steaks when I eat out
Louie Vuitton graphite wow
I pull up to my momma look at me now
Uh I had a dream and I sought it out
Now I hit the bar up run the tab and buy it out
Any little thing my baby want you know I fly it out
Nigga really go the full extent to show what I'm about
Different breed she know its none better
Cold world Montclair mink sweater
Interior of the home the seats leather
Niggas waiting to watch me fall keep your head up
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I can't lie man a nigga want it all I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
The kid is on another level don't have them tell you
Them rollies with the plain bezels
They something special
Don't let them try to test you
And then upset you
Keep your head up king
I try to teach these younger niggas bout the game
Life is high octane its insane to the membrane
The hood change but some things stay the same
Me I'm trying to teach them bout life
They more concerned with the g's on my kicks
And how my jeans fit right damn
But f*ck it pour some Remmy and get high
Hope you make it out the hood Raise your hands to the sky
Live life to the fullest
Never asking god why
Really no guarantee you going make it home alive that's facts
Grind to that twenty forty hour
And watch your shit bloom like a flower
I walked into a room with everybody looking sour
Cause a nigga went ghost
But I came back with that power
Determined I need to have it all
Marble floors art gallery on the wall
This is the life I pray I have in store
I cant lie man a nigga want it all
I want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
A nigga want it all
Writer: Lamont Bedell
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