| When style and hustle Meets genius |
| This is my genes I thread through life like a seamstress |
| Cream get the money I went from dutty to clean flips |
| Smilin' on the coast in a yatch burning a mean spliff |
| You gotta master collegiate 'fore the league shit |
| And You can’t reach kingship til you deemed fit |
| Flavorful and seasoned on foot still was makin' lays |
| Watch what you crave shit craze money be makin' slaves |
| I don’t play charades I just do what I do |
| Hustled and got my paper straight now foreigns how I ride thru |
| Rotate kicks like Ryu pockets healthy that vital |
| From 5B to high ceilings and marble tiles |
| See life u’ll try you don’t you dare bend or fold |
| It’s light after that tunnel done traveled that road alone |
| Know yourself that’s the gold fly all around the map |
| Gon show the world that I’m cold |
| And put my soul to the these tracks uh |
| Can be a king or can be a pawn |
| Crazy how much you shine if you get through the storm |
| Making change made sense still it’s confusing for em |
| You come from where I come from you wouldn’t Choose the norm |
| Foreign features gorgeous divas I got used to sportin' |
| F the bleachers laced my sneakers I got used to Scorin' |
| On the grind like all day while dudes was snorin' |
| Now I’m peelin off in my own lane been used to walkin' |
| Now, can drop the roof when I’m cruising thru |
| Number one Jewel I done spewed is stay true to you |
| Naturally gifted you a fool think that’s refutable |
| I’m ill that’s a tough pill to swallow they need the chewables |
| Gelato crumbs in my Cuticles |
| I make this look beautiful to you it’s like a rubrics cube |
| Triumphed thru the fire my diet consist of superfoods |
| My thinking’s if it’s humanly possible then it’s doable |
| Tailor made and plus I’m suitable |
| Aura thru the roof |
| Dita frames bally shoes is new |
| Them suckas cool as who |
| Top ramen hotter than that noodle soup |
| That we use to bust down you broke but you tough, clown |
| Walk on these with such style and such grace |
| Yet somehow still some hate |
| My ones pile more love it say we up now |
| Pure dedication motivating the hood |
| Walk wit me know it’s time we run it up there for good, whoa |
| Can be a king or can be a pawn |
| Crazy how much you shine if you get through the storm |
| Making change made sense still it’s confusing for em |
| You come from where I come from you wouldn’t Choose the norm |
| Foreign features gorgeous divas I got used to sportin' |
| F the bleachers laced my sneakers I got used to Scorin' |
| On the grind like all day while dudes was snorin' |
| Now I’m peelin off in my own lane been used to walkin' |