| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands | 
| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand | 
| All the work I was putting in | 
| Now it’s raining bricks | 
| Nigga please, I’m a G, you a sucka | 
| Baby look at me and tell me what you in this truck for | 
| $pitta brings Chevys out all summer | 
| Winter I’m a slam in the H1 Hummer | 
| 95 Air Max, dope runners | 
| Shows every night, hella racks, doing numbers | 
| Homie asks where y’all was at when it was struggling | 
| You was playing the back, you was hiding from it | 
| You ain’t want nothing, now you got nothing | 
| While I’m smoking on an onion, counting something | 
| Out yacht shopping, boat hunting, car lot copping | 
| Call me if you want something | 
| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands | 
| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand | 
| You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in | 
| Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks | 
| Hoe what? | 
| I’m out your league | 
| Smoking dolo, don’t come talking to me | 
| Focused on money, baby I can’t see | 
| No future in we, mama we can’t be | 
| Pledge allegiance to garden green | 
| THC in the oxygen that I breathe | 
| New Year’s Eve is choppers by the trees | 
| Bring it in safe, please you know how it be | 
| Realer than TV, listen to OG’s | 
| Stack dope before me then passed down rollies | 
| To new breeds, this tradition | 
| What have you been in? | 
| Motherfucker you don’t know me, you kiddin' | 
| Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands | 
| Mansions expand, haters don’t understand | 
| You ain’t notice all the work I was putting in | 
| Underground in the kitchen, now it’s raining bricks |