[Intro]
Yuh, Big boy things
Big boy things, ooh
Yuh, yuh
Sound 'bout right, sound 'bout right
Look

[Verse]
I woke up it's damn near mornin'
Straight to the piano, yawnin'
Sound 'bout right
A n***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life
Yuh
I woke up it's damn near mornin'
I ain't even sleep last night, hit the studio with Omer
N***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life, man
I'm too cold, need a heater (Heater)
N***as on my left, on the right, in the front, to the back
Get left in the freezer (Freezer)
Cartier called, he got a brand new car
And I'm proud attaboy, turn the beat up (Turn that shit up)
And lately I ain't been on social media
And I ain't vacationin' either, I'm takin' daytrips to the studio and eatin' good
Pardon my french, they love me in Paris
Part of my friends, they richer than yours
Pardon the steez, that part of my lens
Balenciaga boxers stitched inside of my pants
You ni- (Shhh)
Oooh, you n***as not fuckin' with me
Literally, figuratively, n***as not fuckin' with me
I ran the summer last year and ran fashion
That was just a test run, you n***as just the crash dummies
I mean, do the math for me
3 years here, look at the path of me
3 years later, they wishin' bad on me
Still, I'm at the top, like a bottom that was mad horny
Gitchi, gitchi, ayayaya
Lil Kim playin' while I'm in the sky-y-y
Yeah, my new shit
My new shit harder than it's ever been
Y'all can never win